So, I struggled all weekend with what I wanted to write today.  Yesterday, I had an idea and ran with it but it never felt right, so I finally saved it in drafts for another day, and went to bed praying, “God, tell me what you want me to say, I give up.”  This morning, I woke to quiet, but because I am committed to this place, I prayed again and sit here at this keyboard and  “I ain’t makin’ no promises.”  Thankfully, God does. 🙂  Keep scrolling.

She waltzed into the week
with a plan to make it through,
determined to be sunshine
and have joy in all she would do.

Nobody was going to drag her down
or try to steal the smile she wore,
she knew she was stronger than that,
and she deserved it all and more.

And then, before she even got started,
someone tried to pull her into their shade,
and unravel all the happy things
in her plans that she had made.

But this time she held strong,
determined to stay in the sun,
she was more resilient than them,
and she would not be undone.

Before long, she was simply beaming,
and her devotion grew to the plan,
she would not be undone or shaken
by anyone, whether woman or man.

So let’s make up our minds, dear friends,
what kind of week this will be,
and let’s hold tight, hold strong, and believe,
that in the end, the victors we will be.

Tracey King Rice

Written 01.22.24

As in the last 5 minutes!