Am I Hoardy As I Hit Forty Poem by Kimberly (Strothman) Anderson

As I hit forty. I find I'm a little hoardy. I have holy socks that prey. And a wounded heart that is still as tender as a childs. Lord, help me to be beautiful. Not to hold on to a waistline of 40. Or the image of it to be tiny.

I know it is mine. But, isn't it about time that I give everything I own to you. So here is my little ditty dedicated to the one I love.

I hand it to you Lord. The socks that don't know how to pray. In absolute surrender. I take their place. to say.... I hand the following over to you. My waist, my waste, My haste, Everything that my household envelops that not you....

Such as dirt, books, vhs's, half written poetry. My love for caramel apples. and my lies to myself and others. My messy hair. I surrender it all.

Thanks for the vent. Love you Lord. Your daughter. Kimmy