My Hands Are Yours God

My name is Tammy and I am a mother of 2 precious girls, wife to an amazing man, (and my best friend) and a woman who is so in love with her Savior. I love to write, poetry is my usual course. For the most part, there is a story behind them all. Sometimes, I just want to write.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Little Girl

Little girl with dreams in her eyes,

how did you know I needed you?

Perfectly you fit into my heart,

as I look into those seas of blue.

A gift of love, pure unbridled joy.

Not matched or compared by any

I praise the one who gave me you

just blessed to be in your company.

You sing your own song

and write your own words.

You talk to the sky and

whisper to birds.

You lead your sister

in parades of comedy,

for the love sick I feel

there will be no remedy.

Life is good and so I say

Thank you for being with me.

I hope you know you do and always,

make me very happy.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Best Friend- not everyone gets a best friend who gives you more than you can hope to give back.....

I don't think you get just how much I care, or really how deeply our friendship goes.
Sometimes I don't quite get it, so I am sure no one really knows.
So I have to think back, long before I knew you, to who I used to be.
And when I look in that mirror is when I truly am able to see.
Inward I looked and walked through my days.
The memories of that life are somewhat a haze.

I spent most my time reflecting on everything "me".
Blind to this world I just couldn't see.
Then one day our worlds collided just right.
The first time I met you, man what a sight!
Who could have known what was happening then.
A stranger and mom was becoming my friend.

In pride I was looking for all I could give and do
for this young mom who's faith was so new.
But I had forgotten all I had learned.
And your love for others made me yearn...

Yearn to be more than what I had been.
Yearn to give myself more as a friend.
Yearn to learn what true sacrifice meant.
Yearn to be more like the One that was sent.

If I go a day or two or three and forget to say.
how much my life changed on that hot summer day.
You're the best friend God has ever given to me,
If BFF is possible, then I hope we will be.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

What Will You Do God?

Oh the pain that cripples,
even the strongest of men.
Silencing voices of faith
Breaking hearts again and again.
The why’s of life that stop us
From understanding your hand.
That cause us to question your love
And answers we demand.

But oh the love you offer,
You pour out lavishly.
Unnoticed because of our hurt,
That floods us as we weep.
Judging you in our weakness,
The enemy cheers for our defeat.
Not acknowledging a Savior
who agonizes and intercedes.

Father you do not turn your back,
Or wish us to feel this way.
But your glory is supreme
Over all that fills our day.
The one thing we deserved is death.
But you give us so much more.
To worship you alone,
That is what we are here for.

So what about this pain.
What will you do with it God.
How will you show so many
That your word is not a Fraud.
Be supernatural in this pain.
It’s hard for them to breathe.
Show yourself as loving,
Please Lord intercede.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

I Wonder

As you laid beside him and felt his heart beat slowing. Did he feel this world slipping and heaven coming. I wonder did he know?

As you held his hand, were the fingers of God intertwining with his. Could you feel the presence of Heaven, his bliss?

When you kissed him goodbye was he saying "hello"? Did you happen to brush the face of Jesus as he took his first embrace, as you kissed his face?

I wonder. Did you feel His hand on your shoulder or his tears on your head? did you feel Him lying next to you as you held Joshi in that bed?

I hope. Do you sense him now. As the room is silent. No monitors or knocks at the door.

As you smell and hold what's left. Do you feel His hand on your hair as he wispers "I know".

Monday, April 26, 2010

Proverbs 31 Woman

She rises up early and hits the ground running.
With sleep in her eyes, she's somehow still stunning.
Hair in a knot she grabs for the Word.
Hoping for solitude before the first sound is heard.

Just a few verses and a quick passionate prayer,
she braces the day as she cast all her care,
At the feet of a Father who knew she would come
rise to sit at his throne long before the sun.

Earlier than normal the house begins to stir.
As padding feet and voices coming to find her.
She says her amens and rises to serve
the family God gave and promised in his Word.

Embracing her calling as a gift not a chore.
She runs to embrace little ones she adores.
Knowing the days will sometimes consumer her
she'll find her stregth in the one who made her.

Fearlessly Feminine and strong in all ways.
She'll find fullfillment at the end of each day.
As she finishes the same way it began,
praying on her knees,
she's a Proverbs 31 Woman.

Monday, April 19, 2010


Tonight as she sleeps in the midst of her pain. She'll think she is dreaming and call out his name. Reaching for comfort, his pillow she'll touch, missing a husband that loved her so much. She'll rub her belly as she dreams of yesterday. Wishing, hoping, will this pain fade away?
Whys and what ifs roll through her mind, searching for answers she's desperate to find.
Laying back on her pillow she quietly weeps, asking the Father for comfort she seeks.
When out of the darkness a small voice is heard. Speaking in whispers but not saying a word.
Lips on her ears and a hand to her soul, tears begin streaming that she can't control.
A visit from Heaven delivering peace. reminds her of love that no one can cease.
"He's with me, beside me, in all of My glory. You'd b able to rest if you knew the whole story. He's seen My face and the fullness of Me. He's experienced Perfect and what it's meant to be Free. I know you miss him, and can't understand. I know you are hurting and can't see my hand. Just let me comfort and write your new story. Until you can join him on My side of Glory."
Her eyes opened to morning's first light, was that a dream that got her through the night? She moves herself to the end of the bed. As flashes of heaven begin to dance in her head. She closes her eyes and feels a breath on her cheek. And a voice deep inside says "I'm the Answer you seek".

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


She rubs her belly and knows what will be.
soon her heart and arms will fill with glee.
Too long she's waited, and missed new born breath.
tomorrow she'll be reminded of tears she once wept.
But this time with hope and a joy she'll soon know,
of watching a child born healthy and grow.
Not forgetting what she lost but reminded each day,
by this little life that's going to stay.
A son, now a daughter, this mother is healing.
By signs of life and mysteries revealing.

Sunday, February 28, 2010


Hope springs alive and unexpectedly so.
Finding no answers but not needing to know.
Seeing the Hand of an almighty Creator.
Putting my faith in a passionate Savior.

Standing alone on the Promise He's given.
Trusting the words that daily I live in.
Knowing tomorrow a miracle comes.
Today I am hoping and no longer undone.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Afraid of an answer I don't want to hear.
Grasping for faith as I wade through this fear.
Hoping for Hope when no voice can be heard.
Looking for reasons as I cling to your Word.

Knowing your Good and not questioning your Love.
Searching for life in your free flowing blood.
Aching so bad that it's hurting to breathe.
Understanding the prayer that made the Savior bleed.

Such deep exploration of the Father's plan,
Completely a mystery to the heart of this woman.
But beautifully perfect and I know it will be,
as His will is orchestrated all around me.

As I look down this road that may indeed lay.
I ask you Lord to please make a new way.
The Pain in this path is too much to bear,
though I know it won't take us out of your care.

I Love you Oh Lord, though my heart is breaking.
Be the God that your are in the pain we are facing.
Heal if you will, but do what you must.
In you sweet Jesus, we have put all our trust.

Thursday, February 4, 2010


Kneeling on my knees, the tears are freely falling.
Listening intensely, to the Father as he's calling.
Calling me to sow my tears inside His precious Word.
Trying to remember all the guidance that I have heard.
Plowing in the ground, I dig deep into His soil.
Knowing He is there, to comfort as I toil.
The ground is cracked and dried, but the moisture now is pooling.
Softening in my hands, my spirit is renewing.
I'll bury here my sorrow, and watch to see what grows.
Trusting in the Father, and knowing that He knows.
What life will spring from this terrible mourning?
It's Joy that will come, and it will come in the morning.