She's Gonna Blow!

I just finished reading this book. It's pretty good, though a bit preachy. I've read a couple of her other books and this one is much more serious than those. Still there is a lot of good information and help for those who might be dealing with anger, especially toward their children. And we all feel that way at one time or another. Just the monotony of everyday life can drive you nuts. Add to that a willful two-year-old or smart-mouthed teenager and it's Mount St. Helen's all over again. She doesn't say we should all be June Cleavers, but she gives honest and truly helpful ways to deal with frustration and anger.

At the end of the book, is a wonderful little poem that I'm going to assume was written by the author since she doesn't attribute it to anyone else. I might get in trouble, but I'm going to copy it here.

Hearts Entrusted

These tiny hearts to me entrusted,
Soft and tender,
Pockets of soil moist with innocence,
Laden with surprises,
Giggles,
Questions,
Love,
With one blast of anger,
One word unkindly spoken,
One glare of intolerance,
I can cause these tiny hearts to....
Fear,
Cower,
Or--God forbid---
Hate.
I want to plant within their souls seeds of....
Joy,
Contentment,
Love
heaping
upon
love.
Yet, thorny briers of...
Harshness,
Impatience,
Bitterness,
I have heedlessly allowed to grow.
Remorseful?
Yes.
Able to call back?
Never.
Forgiven?
Oh yes, more than I deserve.
Lord, I don't want to fail again.
May I be found faithful to these created by You.
Praise for A-B-Cs perfected,
"Thank you," for windows cleansed with Pledge.
There are no second chances.
I cannot undo the past.
Jesus,
Sear my heart with love and devotion.
May I be a sower of seeds,
A shelter amidst the storm.
May I hear,
"Well done, good and faithful mother."
May I be found true.