Saturday-in-Verse (late)

My poem for Saturday (two days late) is inspired by the Word-of-the-Month prompt over on David L. Harrison’s page. The word is ESCAPE. Anyone can participate.  Just use the word ESCAPE (this month’s word) and post it in the comments. It’s a great way to get the creative juices flowing!

My poem is in the form of an acrostic:

Every day – moments
Sliced into 24 sections and I
Count them, giggle by giggle, dream by dream
Alarm bells ring, reminding me that I can’t
Pause the clock… tick-tock, tick-tock…
Every day – moments


Sadly, we can’t stop or escape the clock… but we can decide to live every moment to it’s fullest and be thankful for the time we are given! If you decide to write a poem with the word ESCAPE, share it here or over on David’s site.






Cut it out

After 20 years of long-ish hairstyles…


Yup. I got it all cut off and I love it!

My hair has a lot of texture, and it has a mind of it’s own. So when I only get it cut twice a year, my hair becomes so bogged down and heavy that I can’t do anything with it. UGH.

When it is shorter and layered, it has room to move, breathe and bounce! I still can’t necessarily tame it… but that’s okay. My hair has LIFE again!

But what about the rest of me? My heart? My mind? My soul?

If I don’t take the time to take care of those things, I run the risk of getting bogged down with the narratives in my own brain and the crud of life. The negative images and thoughts can crowd out the joy… the abundant life…. that God wants me to enjoy.

I’ve got to let God prune out those things that are not of Him.  John 15:1-5 “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinegrower. He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit. You have already been cleansed by the word that I have spoken to you.  Abide in me as I abide in you. Just as the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me.  I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing.

Let me be real — even though I love that verse, it’s hard for me to chew. I don’t like the idea of stuff being pruned out of me. Getting my hair cut doesn’t hurt at all. But this sounds painful. Really painful.

The good news? Jesus says, “Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and YOU SHALL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.”

In other words — He’ll do the pruning. He’ll cut out the stuff that’s been eating away at my joy. He’ll be the one that gives me rest, even while he’s taking off the layers that bog me down, make my heart heavy and keep me from living life to the fullest.

So why did I write this blog post? Cause I never knew getting a new haircut would bring me such a heart-blessing. And much like my mama’s cakes, blessings are always better when shared!

With apologies to Laura Numeroff…

When you give a girl a sassy new ‘do,

she’ll want to write a blog post about it…

Opinions… like Squatch Hair

“When there are many words, sin is unavoidable, but the one who controls his lips is wise.” — Proverbs 10:19

Let’s be real…
I have more opinions than I do leg hair.
That’s a lot of opinions — because I’m half-Squatch.
And believe me when I tell you…
I WANT to share my opinion about almost everything that passes through my FB and social feeds: Politics, marriage, child-raising, church, writing, Elvis-sightings… EVERYTHING.
If you read my posts, you will see very quickly that I do share a huge amount of my own navel-gazing posts. And it might look like I share my opinion on everything…
I don’t.
Sometimes I don’t yet know how to express why I feel the way I do, especially on issues that require a more gentle approach than my usual “bull-in-the-china-shop” manner. And until I can express my thoughts with more understanding, I don’t shout it out for the world to see. I’ve been taught to think through things, pray, and be able to explain why I feel the way I do. Sometimes I can… sometimes I’m stuck.
And sometimes…
I just feel God shutting my mouth before I open it and insert my foot.
Unfortunately, there are times I think I should shut my mouth, but let it fly anyway.
The outcome is usually ugly… and hairier than my winterized legs.
So if I don’t weigh in on a particular subject that is close to your heart — it’s not a bad thing. It’s just that I’m choosing to remain silent until I know what I’m talking about… and I have peace about sharing my thoughts.

My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry… James 1:19





Shut it

Like Daniel I need protection–

when life is going south.

Lord, save me, like you saved Daniel…

but save me from my OWN mouth! 


If you’ve ever felt like Daniel in the lions’ den, you’re not alone. Most of us have felt that way at some time in our lives. And just as God protected Daniel, He protects us.

But have you ever found yourself acting less like Daniel… and more like the lions? Roaring? Snapping? In an overall catty mood?

Yup. Not gonna lie. Been there, done that, too.

Let me be real… that’s when I need God to SHUT MY MOUTH.
How ’bout you?

Galatians 5:15
If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other. (NIV)

Psalms 141:3
Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth;
keep watch over the door of my lips! (ESV)

Lion at NC ZOO — photo credit: Sean Earnhardt


Because April is National Poetry Month, prepare yourself for an influx of verse on my blog for the next few weeks. I’ve even come up with a nom de plume for my fun poetry.And yes, it’s corny. What did you expect?


Super Pits: A Cautionary Tale

by Steen Kee Mi (I told you it was corny)


April showers  every day.

But sometimes… skips her armpits.

When she forgets, she levels towns —

and decimates her outfits.


Her mama sighs and says,

“My dear, your pits are full of power!

For the love of all that’s good…

use soap suds when you shower!”








Saturday in Verse: First Fruit

My attempt at retelling the first three chapters of Genesis in poetic form.

(It’s also posted over on David Harrison’s Word of the Month blog, along with other poems from other folks.) Without further ado…

First Fruit — The Curse in Verse
by Donna W. Earnhardt (based on GEN 1-3)

Genesis I
first dawn breaking,
mountains quaking,
new life waking –
at God’s feet

Genesis 2
plenty of room
for bride and groom
Earth in bloom
God’s work complete

Chapter 3
snaking, faking,
trouble-making —
half-truths wrapped
in full deceit

death’s temptation
for creation,
knowledge tasted…


Just a reminder…

I’ve been playing around with digital art lately. This is something that invaded my brain this week as I was driving down the road. So I created some artwork to remind me… and anyone else who might be reading this.

child label love

Almost-Saturday in Verse

It’s halfway between Saturdays… so this is either really late or really early. Either way, I hope this poem blesses you, encourages you and challenges you. So here it is…


by Donna Earnhardt

Let’s paint the world outside the lines

deep hues of joy and peace —

Compassionate tones, to break down walls…

and prayers for wars to cease.

Let’s paint the world outside the lines

let mercy flood this place.

Coat it in faith, lather in hope,

bathed in His scandalous grace.

Let’s love our neighbor as ourselves

As God’s command designs —

Let’s make this world a better place…

And paint outside the lines .