Thursday, August 2, 2012
Posted by Kimberly Moore at 8:00 AM
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Sun danced; The rays melting the snow that has laid.
Resting the spirit until another storm day is present.
Warmer seasons flourish the flowers.
Worker bees hum gathering the pollen
Garden's need attending to fill the stomachs' of our children. Animals graze the fields tasting alfalfa.
Evening yawns approach while, we are cozy in our beds.
Night light stars glow below the heavens.
The Lord's decoration.
The tortoise and the hare story, I viewed the race between both of them comical. I remember as a child watching cartoons of the slow tortoise and the fast hare battling over whom is going to win the race. It wasn't
If you take your time and not rush to the next goal is less stressful. You're able to have a detailed organized product clarifying your professional qualities.
The hare could receive the golden medal with even more acceptable and the reputation isn't in jeopardy because he has proven once again that he can't be defeated. His different approach where speed and agility promotes success mentally, but could possibly be sloppy with the initial project as an end result. The star athlete can be scouted for
The un-popular tortoise continues to move forward ignoring the less enthusiastic boo's coming from the crowed attacking his self-esteem. Any challenging experience always rewards the one, whom crosses the finish line first. Sports; has competitive extremes so, it doesn't always bond the team. Some team mates knowing a chance to prove themselves would rather sit on the sidelines because they are more comfortable playing second fiddle. Their anxiety hits a home-run, where fear disadvantages the others opportunity presenting itself.
Posted by Kimberly Moore at 2:06 AM
The next morning I was back in the torture chamber. God must have heard my prayers because Daddy had been fully rested up and he stayed awake through the duration to our next stop to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and then it was Orlando, Florida. Finally, we registered in our hotel, and I practically drug my dad to the beach.
A blurry figure was getting closer to me and yelling my name it was my dad. He swore that I was dead and never to do that again. What was I thinking? I told him I wasn't wearing my glasses and I couldn't see I thought they were watching me. I didn't tell him what almost happened to me.
Posted by Kimberly Moore at 1:32 AM
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Posted by Kimberly Moore at 10:02 PM
Saturday, October 16, 2010
I'm in Love with this Song & Movie <3
My health has not been the greatest lately...I am keeping my spirits high and trying not to allow my physical pain to consume me...The earth's people endure too much pain...do not allow it to defeat us...so, it is time to turn another page to another promising day! I have faith you can do the same:)
Lots of Love,
Posted by Kimberly Moore at 12:26 AM