Selfish
at my core I am selfish, this I know from action, thought and words spoken. I am in need of a selfless Savior, daily. by the minute, second and hour I need Thee.
Little Steps
Christian
Inch by inch ground is covered. Toe by toe the foot grows. How many steps until finished? Until the puzzle is complete? Until the picture is captured? Until peace is the victory won?
Blur
Moving so fast you forget to breathe, to take in air and this moment and all that surrounds you. You forget to be. When did life get this way? One moment you are
It Is Okay To Go Back...
When the Lord is calling you to turn around or to revisit something, it is okay to. I am trying to get back to a place where writing is a joyous thing. Once
stuck
repression has become my most common expression, everything coming in yet nothing coming out, how pressurized my emotions and thoughts must be. trying to manage it all by not managing anything is an
the unknown
there is a certain freedom in the unknown. I regret the day I choose to find out. the day i chose to let my circling thoughts get the best of me, the day
All Things New
mindset refreshed, newness poured upon the brain, showers. Storms send wind, drive the rain and make what feared come alive, take up unused space. covering once again what was once covered, held tight
I miss my mother
Christian
I miss my mom. I miss my mother so much, I often don’t think about her. I miss my mom so much, it takes stumbling across an old picture for me to
A poem
Hide me in your shadows / help me see the safety in your light / the freedom in being held by you / remind me darkness is no friend / it lurks and creeps / inviting me deeper
Meditation Monday
The scripture I am meditating on this week & questions to engage with it. May we be blessed and transformed by the word of the Lord. Scripture: Isaiah 53:7 NKJV 7 He
my pen.
i thought i lost you. dropped you somewhere between then and now, there were no bread crumbs reminding me of how far we had come. there were no red strings, marking the path
Transitions
Christian
it is hard to move, to shift, to breathe new air, when a plan has not been carefully charted. going with the wind sounds fun but when the gusts pick up and threaten
Transition
Poetry
sitting still and just being have never been easy, responsibilities heaped on top of responsibility, no end to the demand i have been expected to keep up with. there is a chair, but
Assurance of Heaven
Poetry
I often search my mind for memories of you, Sometimes I find them easily, a flower bud at the first of Spring, Other times the search is more difficult, - a green leaf

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