The Emotional Deposit


If I speak with tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
... and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind, and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices in truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things. 
Love never fails;
But now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

"The Emotional Deposit"
is a quiet site... a gentle site... a site of emotional feeling, healing... transparency,
It is a public site, to share emotions, thoughts, short stories of love and giving.
You are welcome to write your thoughts and email them to me. You may see those thoughts written here...
to help another.
You may see your thoughts put into a visual for others to share... or...  something so profound... or something that touched you so deeply that you would like others to know. 
Someday soon... there will be "The Emotional Deposit" blog.


If... You Are Ever Going To Love Me

When I was writing my book..."The Art of Katie West Presents... Legends Of The American West"I wanted words to put with this artpiece of Kevin Costner from Wyatt Earp.
I found this great poem... and it brought tears to my eyes.
How many times in life have we left something unsaid...
and have to live the rest of our lives
"Wishing We had said it... or said it differently?"

Just a thought in our Emotional Deposit life...
Say it when you feel it!
It just may save a lifetime...

The Lonely Road

He knocked... I opened the door... I live!

Will You Be My Friend?

Will You Be My Friend... was written for the Fran Joswick Therapuetic Riding Center in San Juan Capistrano, California
The children would be riding horses.  The people walking next to them were holding many of them in the saddle.  The children were handicapped or mentally relarded.  But... And... The children were "BIG" real big... they were smiling, laughing... totally cured and whole... wholesome, happy.  It would make me cry each time I saw these children and appreciated their volunteers from deep within my heart!  These children appreciated and were so loving and kind... but... they were different.  I wrote this poem in 1990, along with this same artwork of this little foal.   I had lost the poem in my move to another country... but I never lost my memory or the way the children made me feel!

I asked God to give me back the words... but more... the feeling!
He did a magnificent job!
I thank the Lord for 1) Allowing me to experience these great children   2) Allow me to be a part of their lives   3) Gave me the heart to write and care enough  4) Hleped me recover the feeling and the words.
This poem and artwork is also in my book...

"The Art of Katie West Presents... Legends Of The American West"

"In Search Of A Friend... The Journey"

Buddy and Holly were best friends...  Holly passed and left our little family with a broken heart.
It was so obvious... that I decided to buy a little used motorhome and take Buddy away.
Our plan was to go to a time share in Pismo Beach... and camp out for 10 days.
Surely... we would feel better after that time.
Buddy and I left on our journey... but everywhere Buddy went he was looking for a friend...
It was as if he was searching for Holly in every face... every dog on the beach...

If God has ever shown His grace and LOVE AGAIN... it was this time in our lives!
God supernaturally sent us this beautiful little pup... Lassy!
Her real father was a movie star in a major dog movie in 2006.
As precious a gift as she was... Buddy was not into accepting...

To see the book that was written about our journey... go to...
"In Search Of A Friend... The Journey!"


The Old Man and The Soldier

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. 
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.

 She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

 Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

 The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

 Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
 Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked. 
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered. 
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
 "I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his
son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I
stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was Killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's name?" 

The Nurse with Tears in Her Eyes Answered, 
Mr. William Grey............. 

The next time someone needs you ... 
just be there. Stay. 



Now "THIS" is the God that I serve! 

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