The sun rises.It’s the beautiful days,when life is good,all is well,carefree,and pain is absent. Those are theoccasional momentswhen all is right with the world. We thank Him…. we try to rememberto thank Him. Then the rain comes,the tide turns,the pain comes,our eyes burn,the tears flow. He so quickly comes to mind.Before all else. We beg,we plead,we bargain,we cry out,we
healing
Again and Again.
Restless spirit. A calming God. Worried heart. A reassuring God. Heavy soul. An uplifting God. Hurting and in pain. A comforting God. He takes care of it all… if we just let it go. Why do we hold on so tight when His hands are outstretched, reaching out to calm, to reassure, to uplift,
Grace in the Breeze
I lose my writing now and then, feeling almost wordless, if that makes sense. Sometimes it is just life, something causing struggle, or even the distractions of joy, like the birth of my granddaughter a week ago today. That took my full attention and I think she inspired me. I woke up at about 3:20
Letter by the Bed
I wrote this today with so many people on my mind, including family members, struggling with depression, trying to just put one foot in front of the other while many of us don’t even see it. I used to have a drawer full of masks, they were covered in smiles and “I’m okay” expressions, and
The Mornings.
I believe grief comes in many forms. The loss of a loved one, of course, but isn’t there more? I feel we grieve over the loss of the way things were or were supposed to be, relationships, seeing those we love and care about suffer, losing ourselves in despair. Some grieve from aging and time
And she asked…
I struggle daily with the question, “God, what do YOU want me to do?” I often wonder if I’m not being still enough to actually hear Him, if I’m worrying too much about doing too much, am I not doing enough…. what purpose does He want me to serve. These words came to me that
Coat of Fears and Woe
Her heart broke as the tears flowed,her coat had been heavy to wear.She’d carried it long but was giving up,not sure how much more she could bear. At last she cried out, “I just can’t go on,it is all too heavy for me!”and that’s when she felt a warm embrace and heard the words that would
He Wakes Me
He wakes me in the morning,waiting…waiting…waiting…on me. He wonders… Will I think of Him?Will I trudge down the hall to get coffee?Will I turn on the phone and start to scroll?Will I watch other’s lives, ooh and aah, roll my eyes at crazy people?Will I turn on the computer and grimace at my inbox?Will I
Let’s Get Lit
Wow, 40 years ago, that phrase had a whole different meaning! Lol. But we won’t go there, we’ll go here instead… please read on! I hope your new year has started off better than you could have hoped! I don’t know about you but my resolutions went out the window on about January 4th when
Regardless and Forever
Below is a story I am entering in my first ever writing contest. I want to challenge myself ! We were given a required word count along with a prompt which is – someone wakes up on a train with no idea how they got there, no ticket, and it doesn’t appear to be stopping.
Story in the Glass
The sun is coming through the blinds and she can tell it’s morning. Her head hurts. She lays there trying to open her eyes until eventually she is staring at the ceiling of this room that has become her solace. It is a wreck with stored boxes of an old life scattered everywhere and a
Yesterday’s tomorrow.
I wish we could stop growing up. Well, I don’t mean die, I just mean stop growing up as in older. Wouldn’t it have been awesome to have had a pause button to press at the best parts of our life so we could linger there longer? Wow. And the rules said we only had