My Little Joy

Oh the joy that echos inside me

the bright grace of love shining bright

As I count down time

towards something unique

something extraordinary

My smile widens

my heartbeat quickens

to the time I'll hold in my arms

the joy the love the wonder 

What in that moment will I do?

Will I feel?

The time I count down quickly flys away

and yet some days feel so slow

but I know

soon very soon 

I'll hold you in my arms

My precious little joy

my precious little love

I wonder what you'll look like

and how you'll behave

Oh my precious little child 

how time seems so long

yet so fast to the time we'll meet

I love you already 

my bright bundle of joy. 

© July 19, 2014

You are all special - The Richfield Reaper: Letters To The Editor

You are all special - The Richfield Reaper: Letters To The Editor

I have a message for all the women, young and old, that take time to read this. I have always had a desire to be myself and not let the world change who I am.

I have never put makeup on to impress a young man, or anyone else. I have never dressed myself in the styles of the year. I avoid people who I know will try to change me. I have always believed that if they don’t like me for me, I was not going to change to make them happy.

I am almost 19 and engaged to the most respectful, loving, kind gentleman I have ever met. He does not require me to wear a mask of makeup — in fact, he is very happy I don’t. He does not expect me to wear anything more than T-shirts and jeans, because he thinks I look good in anything. He does not try to change who I am, and he supports me in everything, and stands beside me the whole time.

But, the most important thing is he not only knows all my faults and accepts all my faults, but he loves me for them.

This message is to tell you not to get caught up in a man who will change you. Because in changing you so you’re right for him, he doesn’t really love you for you. He loves the you that he created. The mask, the image, and not the woman hidden underneath it.

I have seen it time and time again and not only in high school where the girl is left on the side, forgotten for another so quickly. She is wondering what she did wrong; she did everything he asked of her. Yet, he still left her standing there unsure of who she is.

The answer of what you did wrong would most likely be you tried to be who you were not. So, remember you women out there, that you are all special in your own unique way. Don’t try to be your friends, or like the head cheerleader or anything like that. Because the best gift I have ever been given so far in this life is the gift of being loved for me — my faults and all.

Be loved for who you are, and not for who you are not.

Emma Huls

I Know...

Sitting here as I write I am thinking of so many things. I am thinking of the blessings in my life. The good fortune to not only be blessed with the knowledge but to also have the ability to know it is true. That I am a daughter of God, and I am a sister to Jesus Christ his son. And I know that each and every one of us in this world are children of God. And that he loves us all dearly. Also that no matter where we are at, no matter the choices we make he is with us always and always watching over us. Sometimes he gives us trials, and we sit here and want to scream at him WHY. . . yet if we turn that why into a understanding that he has a plan, and all will work out the way it is meant to....then the agony, suffering, and pain that the question why causes, is gone and replaced with peace and an understanding that I cant quite describe. In my life I have had multiple times where I have shouted out WHY.... WHY... Yet now that I have been given an even larger trial to go through with my family... I find that I am no longer able to utter, or to shout WHY... I am only able to say Lord thy will be done. Because no matter what we do at this point the ultimate decision is in the Lords hands. We can have hope, faith, and love. We can pray in tell our knees are sore, and our necks stiff... We can beg of him, ask of him, and plead with the Lord above to heal my little brother, and to make him well. Yet all in all if it is not apart of the plan we will be asking for what we ought not to. We don't know, and don't completely understand the Lords plan. We have been given guidelines to follow, a choice of two main paths, one of good and light, and the other of darkness and evil. Yet we cannot completely understand or know the Lords plan for each and every individual. We just have to take a step at at time, and seek to learn and seek to understand as much as we can, and as much as he will allow us to understand. I am only 18 years old. And I have not had an easy life, yet I have not had a hard one either. And I know without a doubt that I need to and that I do trust in the Lord with all mine heart, and I lean not unto my own understanding or the understandings of the world. For I fear not becasue I know that the Lord my God is with me always.

My Protector

My Protector 

I remember the walls  I built

To protect me from harm,

Thinking it was a fortress,

Thinking I was safe.

Along a dusty road,

In a dusty little town

on a night like any other

they fell to the ground.

They fell in such a way

It gave not a sound

Not a warning to behold

Little did I know they were gone.

Engaged in a conversation

That felt so normal,

That felt to right.

A conversation with a secret.

You were so nice,

You were so thoughtfull

You took one look

And you saw what I could not.

You reached for me

And I reached for your hand

Little did I know. . .

My heart landed there.

Little did I realize

That along that dusty road

I gave you a conversation.

Yet I gave you so much more.

At first I feared

Once I found my walls

My sanctuary gone

Fallen to the ground.

Yet as you talked

As you came

As I opened up to you

And you to me

My fear, my worries

Fled in a moments grace.

You told me a sentence

that filled me within 

That whispered

The truth,

And in a second

Wiped away my fear.

Standing by your side

I smile and I laugh.

Watching you work

I work along side you.

Knowing who you are

Knowing what you believe

I have come to know

I have come to Love you.

In the space of 98 days

You stole into my life

You broke my walls down

And I handed you my heart.

218 days along this journey

And it has never felt so right

Walking beside my cowboy

My protector, I smile inside and out.

© June 2, 2013 (Emma Joy Huls)

A Dream Of Sorts

A Dream Of Sorts

A dance is a dance
A fight is a fight
A choice is a choice
and yet....
To dream is a wonder

To dance is talent
To fight is strength
To choose is life
and yet....
To dream is light

A wonder...
A light...
to combine into what?
A dream of sorts.

A dream of sorts
to seek talents
to seek strengths
to seek life.

To seek to dance
in a maze of grace
or to imagine a talent
that brings you to be.

To seek a fight
that is one of strength
one that comes from within
to fight the battles of life.

To seek a choice
of good or of bad
is a battle to win
yet choices to choose.

All in a dream
a dream of sorts
you can find life's battles
to wage or to leave.

© June 2, 2013 (Emma Joy Huls)

Don't Forget To Kneel

When your sitting in a room, looking out a window watching something dreadful approach. Knowing you should stop it from coming you try to stand, yet your legs wont move, they are stiff and seem to be stuck solid to your seat. Your facing a disaster you know you could stop, if only you could move, if only you could do something anything. Yet all you can do is sit and watch as this disastrous storm approaches, destroying all you love all you hold dear as it approaches you.

That is when you know its unstoppable. There is nothing you or anyone else could ever do to stop it.

That is the moment where you feel . . . more then hopeless . . . more than useless. . . that is the moment you almost, or the moment some do give up.

Yet in that moment that is the moment where the "nothing you or anyone else could ever do to stop it" becomes a lie in my eyes. Because in one simple movement you could be on your knees.

Then while your there simply bow your head and utter a prayer. It does not need to be anything profound, or anything like those prayers you hear on the pulpit at church. But this simple prayer needs to be a simple conversation between a man/woman and their Lord. It needs to be your hearts desires, your thoughts, your fears, your worries, and just plain you. And after wards, you may not be able to stop disaster alone, and the disaster may not leave it may continue to wreck havoc all around you. But with Faith, Hope, Love , Charity  and the knowledge that your his child. You can accomplish anything as long as you never forget to kneel.

© June 2, 2013 (Emma Joy Huls)

Cancer is Limited

© May 2, 2013 (Emma Joy Huls)