Your Word
Says not
To worry
And what
Do I do
Exactly
I need
To trust
That You
Know every ailment
And have a solution
Or pathway
To handle it
Doing it
On my own
And ruminating
On how it happened
Is not the answer
I’m just miserable
And like
Oscar the Grouch
These days
I try to keep this light and airy here most days, but let me tell you I’m being tested. Finished OT and PT to fix some body parts, and now I may have to fix more body parts. Is this the joy of getting older? The thought of maybe having to fix more is exhausting, frustrating, humbling and scary. I had to have a friend remind me that I do the hard and unsavory things every day, and I will do it again.
Onto a brighter note, it is Friday, it’s brisk outside, and maybe I’ll see another butterfly on my walk today.
How are you all?
Cool brisk morning
As I awake
To new beginnings
Breakthroughs
And a
Sustainable hope
That can’t be
Broken
Thank you Lord
You haven’t
Fixed the issue
But my eyes
Have been
Redirected
For today
I’m grateful
Nonetheless
Lord
Guard my thoughts
My heart
Soul
And mind
In perfect peace
As walking
Through the
Waiting is
Emotionally draining
And utterly exhausting
What’s on your heart?
What is making you smile?
What’s in your cart?
What’s for breakfast?
Last thing you read?
Praying for peace and joy in my heart as I’m in a waiting season. Been here awhile.
My dogs
Physical therapy equipment
A piece of wheat bread
Old books and magazines
Your turn?
