Each day she wants just a little bit of God
Enough to make her feel good
And help her through the day

As she rushes out the door
She whispers,
“Bless me I pray”

She loves to hear a feel good message
From a smiling preacher
Encouraging her to have her best life now

Her Bible sits safely on the shelf
Untouched by human hands
Her heart untouched by God’s word

She faces each day
In her own wisdom and strength
Then wonders why she has no victory over sin

Susan Bunts Wachtel
December 31, 2009

As a writer, sometimes I go through prolific seasons only to be followed by a dry spell.  During the busy seasons I write things…but don’t have the time to finish.  Stumbled across this poem I wrote at the end of last year.