Give Me the Simple Life

Lyrics by: Harry Ruby & Rube Bloom

I don't believe in frettin' and grievin';

Why mess around with strife?

I never was cut out to step and strut out;

Give me the simple life.

Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant;

Those things roll off my knife.

Just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes;

Give me the simple life.

A cottage small is all I'm after,

Not one that's spacious and wide.

A house that rings with joy and laughter

And the ones you love inside.

Some like the high road, I like the low road,

Free from the care and strife.

Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeed-y;

Give me the simple life.

This song says it all. My home, my husband, my children... how could I ask for more?

Occasionally, when I go to check on my children before retiring for bed, I just stare at them. My heart fills with emotion and love unexplainable. What gifts from God!

Life and children can be challenging. But it is also beautiful and rewarding. I try and make this my focus.

A Mother's Love

By: Christine Jackson

The moment life begins love is born;

It soothes the hopes of the forlorn.

Her words a balm for hurt and pain;

Her own needs forgo to beloved's gain.

Whispered words calm, and sooth, balm, and move.

Created to love, to heal, to stand, to feel.

Mirroring the Father's love discovered;

Imparting anew to be uncovered;

By the small ones entrusted in her care.

She envelopes their lives in fervent prayer.