Just four days after Michael's car was stolen, we got a phone call. This morning I had to write another poem to tell "the rest of the story". On Christmas Eve, they stole his car— And as crazy as this might sound; I was praising God for the loss; Never thinking it would be found. God has taught me many things Through the loss of this earthly treasure. How Michael dealt with this loss, Was a blessing beyond measure. He was sad—that is true; But, he handled it with grace. He never once doubted God No anger—Not a trace. I got to see, through this, first hand, What Michael views as “treasure”. The man I married, has it right, And this brought me great pleasure! How he acted; what he said; Touched me to the core. His faith was never shaken Which makes me love him even more. For I hold things with open hands For things will come and go. The only thing that I hold dear Is the One I’ve come to know. God has taught us many things Through this unfortunate circumstance— As long as w
Documenting the adventures of Michael and Dianna Wood