Beauty

 My muscles 

Popping like Orville

Cracking like

Rice Krispies

In milk

Thank you

For a threshold 

For pain 

And discomfort 

I’ve been trained 

Fortified 

By fiery resolve 

To find 

Beauty

Where darkness 

Seeks purpose 

list

 On my list

Adding to my list of books to read

Window shopping

Making new salads

Buying local

Finding new hobbies

Making healthier iced coffee 

Your turn?

Presence

 Good morning 

How will

I greet you

The day

Lord

Shower me

With peace

Protection

And holy

Beautiful love

And presence 

Hug

 Hug me tight

My whole being

Needs realigning

And an ounce

Of hope

Combined with gratitude. 

correction

 The child

Of Royalty

The One 

Of Eternity

Make me

Into 

The daughter

Who doesn’t 

Spurn correction

Or discipline 

Choosing

To seek

Holiness

And Righteousness 

Above all

Let me

Love you

As you 

Love me

the Good stuff

 Thank you for your commentary on my last post. I appreciate the support. 

I’m loving reading all the summer new releases. Thanks to the Libby app. 

I just ordered a new cookbook. I’m excited to get it in the mail. 

I am really loving my snail mail. It’s brightening my spirit. 

I’m reliving my travel memories from years past. They’re bringing me immense joy. 

Your turn?

blessings in the pain

 As I deal with physical discomfort, I realize how blessed I am. To have a functioning mind is one of the biggest blessings. To be able to articulate my desire, my fears and anything else is so important for me. For all my complaints, I cry tears of joy. I cry tears of relief. I can put a voice to my pain.  I never understood that privilege. And if leaves me so grateful. I saw something that said:  ‘Healing is when you use your pain to help others.‘ I always knew it to be true, but I didn’t want to share the depths of my pain. That’s when sharing my pain would become the only way for me to heal. There are still parts of the pain I don’t know if I will ever be comfortable sharing. 

The power of modern medicine is sometimes I forget I have a disability, until I need help with a seemingly mundane task. It’s the mundane tasks of life in which I need help. So much help. My pride takes a hit every time I need help. Maybe those are the hits I need to take. I wonder if He didn’t make me normal to know that my life is dependent on the hand of God in everything I do. God makes it happen for me everyday. I don’t know if it’s to humble me, make me grateful or keep me in step with His will. 

If you have a functioning mind, please be very glad. 

Love yourself and one another

Pain

 Pain can bring

About a truth

Mere man

Has no 

Choice 

But to accept 

Right now 

My reality 

Is forcing

Me to

Be kind 

To the

One

To whom

It’s been 

Not ever 

Given 

Hope

 Squeezing 

The goodness 

From life 

For in perspective 

Comes gratitude 

blues and liquid courage

 Lord,

The mental fatigue is about as bad as the physical.  Right now, my imagination and daydreams need to run rampant in spite of my reality. I thought it was said once you accepted your lot, joy was a given. Let me tell you, it’s not. Joy, I have to choose it everyday. Even if it’s as simple as waking up and eating oatmeal and bananas. Breaking gratitude down to the roots, so I don’t go down the why me route. 

Maybe it is singing off key

Maybe it is in a cup of coffee

Maybe it is the quiet

I don’t want to relish

It’s painful

To sit with 

One’s thoughts

It’s hard

To let people

Be people

When you sit back

And wonder

Where humanity

And sanity

Return from

The brink

Of an

Indifference

That is more 

Lukewarm

Than a cold soup

Not properly reheated 

My soul

Feel like 

A blues standard

In need of liquid courage

Even if

My soul 

Doesn’t need

To be further depressed 

And as I remain

Upright and alert

I realize that

A world in despair

Isn’t where I’m 

To find comfort

Drunk on 

Your Word

Is the only

Place that 

Needs to 

Be found

Good things

 Loving foreign fashion magazines 

Built protein bars

Looking at couture 

Dreaming of Sconset

Loving my sunflowers 

Resting

 Resting. Pain is kicking my butt. 

Need reading comprehension’s please. Or just something to pep me up. Thank you 

Cinq

 I’ve been cranky lately. I have the ability to feel the pain, but work through it is progress. 

Life isn’t glamorous. No European sojourns. No shopping sprees. 

That being said is I’m grateful for the ability to move at all. I’m grateful for healthy food. 

I love a good book. An unexpected gift. A prayer said for me. 

I love you all. 

Love yourself and one another

thoughts on learning

 I’m learning 

To simply breathe

I never thought 

I’d have 

To be taught

But again

Nothing too simple

Doesn’t mean

It doesn’t need

To be learned

Or relearned

Birthday

 It’s someone special’s birthday today. Can we load this post with birthday wishes for my mom. 

Happy Birthday mom. I love you. 

self control

 Lord, 

Just guide me

As an attempt 

Is self control 

Is made

Who knew

It would 

Be so hard

Blessing

 This morning 

I grumbled 

About doing 

Farm chores 

Yet the more

I did them

My muscles 

Started to loosen

And my heart

Began to soften

Because even

As I felt discomfort 

I began to 

Feel gratitude 

That I 

Could still

Complete them

After a shower

Lunch

And sitting 

On a comfy couch 

My soul

Is rejoicing 

That my sour mood

Didn’t deter

The blessing

I didn’t know 

I needed

Words

 To be able

To sit 

In stillness

On this 

Beautiful day

Is a 

Gift

As I 

Reflect

On 

His words