Brown Study and Wool-Gathering

Who Am I?

August 16, 2008 by Patty Ann Brown

Who am I ?

I am my mother’s daughter

And my father’s too.

I am mother to

My children

I am Gramma to

My childrens’ children.

I am His wife,

And His little sister.

I am Her BFF

Since grammar school.

I’m a little girl

Who stills needs encouragement.

A grown woman

Who is just now learning.

I am the hope and dreams of

My grandmother.

I am the girl who’s name

You can’t remember, and never forget.

I am the girl who never

Stopped believing in fairy tale endings.

I am a woman who

Possess amazing strength.

The one who has carried

More than most can lift.

I am the one who sat with the homeless

And called them my friends.

I am the person who prayed for you,

When you didn’t even ask.

I am the one who stayed,

When everyone else ran.

I am miracle

With God given breath.

I am exactly as He intended

Me to be.

Humanly imperfect,

Heavenly devine.

I am the stroke of my

Fathers’ brush…

There are no mistakes

In art!

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He Makes Me Strong

August 13, 2008 by Patty Ann Brown

When on I am set upon my knees,

Weak and vulnerable, I am at my strongest.

When the human power I was born with

Fails me, it is then I am at my strongest.

When I am pained with a broken heart

Or judged for heartless acts, I am at my strongest.

My strength is not born of my own will

Nor it is given as a prize.

When I humble myself before God,

And surrender the will of my desires,

I am the strongest I have ever been.

I am not strong in body or mind,

It is in my spirit where my strength exists.

He strengthens with love,

Promises to walk with me,

And never abandon me

When I am at my weakest,

He guides and encourages me,

Because He knows I am unable to do it alone.

His power, His strength

They become mine.

Not because I have earned them but,

Because I have placed faith in Him.

Yes, it is true that today,

I stand as a tall aged oak.

Able to withstand the aches of my heart.

He is here, with me.

He resides in my heart,

His power, His strength

Give me the power to move on.

II Corinthians 12:9-10

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.