My Brother

 

 My Brother

 One year for Christmas all I wanted was a racecar track set.  I wanted the one that had hoops that  I could actually pretend to put gasoline into when the battery ran low.  I absolutely loved playing with the racecars even though I was and am all girl.   My brother made sure I had the best racecar track ever.  He helped me put it together and we played racecars together that Christmas and that is one of my fondest memories of my brother.  My brother was my very best friend at that time of my life.  I thought if he weren't my brother I'd want to grow up and marry him even though I knew that wouldn't ever happen.. 

My brother was so protective over me that he went and punched some other boy in the nose for saying nasty things to me that I'd never heard before.   Even though I didn't want my brother hitting anyone,  I felt loved by my brother because I was important to him. 

My brother was seven years older than me, so sometimes I would get on his nerves and sometimes he would get on mine.  I still loved him and I still do love him even though I haven't seen him for a very long time. 

Susan Y Nikitenko
June 22nd 2013
 Short Clips From My Past

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Sweet Dreams- - By: S. Y. Nikitenko

Sweet Dreams

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

2009 - Updated 2019

A little child reaches up;

For his mothers hold.

She puts him in her lap;

Her arms around him fold.

Comforted, “I love you, mommy.”

She says, “I love you too.”

“Now it’s time for beddie bye.”

“You know what you must do.”

He kneels beside his little bed.

“Mommy, you come down too.”

He folds His little hands;

He Prays until He’s through.

He climbs into His bed.

She tucks Him in real tight.

“Sweet Dreams, my little man.”

Then kisses him good night.

In peace now, from her love;

He drifts sweetly to sleep.

Mama humbly bows her knees;

And silently she weeps.

“Lord, I ask you bless my boy;

To grow, and be like you.”

“Give me, the grace to teach him,”

“How to live and love you too.”

“Spread angel’s wings about him.”

“Protect him from this world.”

“Keep him in your perfect plan;

Living by your Holy Sword.” (Bible)

Are you like a child in need?

Is Jesus Christ your Lord?

Do you need deliverance;

From the trappings of this world?

Is it hard for you to sleep?

Does your heart long for relief?

Father God will comfort you;

And bless with perfect peace.

Just as mother, swaddles child;

The Father (God) holds us tight.

He guides us through the shadows;

And protects us in the night.

He sends His angels near;

To catch our every tear.

And when we need a sense of love;

We sense His presence there.

“I love you, Lord.” You’ll say.

“I love you too.” You’ll hear.

Then in rest, you'll drift in sleep;

Your soul quiet, from all fear.

“Sweet dreams, my child, sweet dreams;”

“Rest now in my loving you.”

“I am your Father, you are my child;

"I will never- ever leave you;.”

Isaiah 26:3

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,

whose mind is stayed on thee:

because he trusteth in thee.

Lord, help me to trust you more each day.

Lord, help me to love you more I pray.

Lord, lead me, to walk in your holy way.

Lord, strengthen my faith, help me not stray.

Lord, hide me behind the cross today.

Susan Nikitenko

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