She pulled into the parking lot, hoping to find a space,another day, another week, in this life, this crazy place. There was one labeledFrustration,and one that saidFor the Mad,one said,Park Here, If You Can’t Let Goand one marked justFor the Sad. She drove in slow motion as she passed each of those by,not wanting to
May your tears turn to joy,your frowns turn around,your smile be infectious,your love know no bounds. May you light someone’s dayand make them see hope,may someone go to bed at nightknowing you helped them cope. May your weekend be sassy,your coffee be strong,your happy and joylast all the days long. May your heart feel fullas
Draw a line in the sand,use your own hand,don’t let anyone standin your way. Decide to move on,don’t look back for long,time to sing a new song,it’s a new day. The line is all yoursyou see,you control it,not them and not me,you can draw it lightor as strong as can be,but the line being yours,it
Time is like sandso light in your handpicked up on the breezewith the greatest of ease. No matter how much you try,the grains, they slip by,but what if each one holds a memory,so when you look back, you can truly see,you were living,and you were free,like the sanddancing in the breeze. @traceykingrice2023
I was thinking about friendship when I went to bed last night and about my friends who made me laugh yesterday. Lord knows, how I love them. Those people who make you smile just by thinking about them. I really hope you have friends in your life who are honest with you even when it
I’m a mess in the making,chances I keep taking,to do things on my own,thinking I’m strong enough alone. Often, I don’t even knowthat what I’m doing is even so,because I run full speed ahead,lightly, I don’t know how to tread. Then when I realize what I can’t do,I turn to You, God, I turn to
I hesitate at times to write things as if they’re from God but I hope you know I write them the way my heart believes He would speak to me and to you. Hey God, I don’t want to be disappointed in this crazy life. I want to love it, and I do, but I
I have a thing about trees. I can’t explain it. There’s this one particular tree on a neighbor’s farm that I’ve photographed 100s of times at sunrise, as in getting in my car at sunrise and racing there to catch it coming up behind that tree. I’ve photographed it with leaves, without leaves, he is
I preach and preach to all who will listen (and yell it for the girl there in the back that looks like me) to let things go, especially those little things that hurt me so. Holding on to them is for what? To prove a point, to make sure we get the last word, to
Even when the storms try to pull us from His grasp, even when our souls are weak, He never lets go. We need to because He never will.
The older I get, the more I’m learning to roll with the tide. It’s all temporary.
We so often feel we are the only ones broken when, truly, the other side of the wall is broken too. Beautifully broken. Just like us.