Sardines

 Let me tell you

My emotions

Have been all 

Over the place

Gratitude one minute

Bitterness the next

Sadness appears

Then joy appears

As soon as

I step one foot

Outdoors

My soul has

Been on the 

Merry go round

It’s not fun

But today

God gave me

Little blessings

Little miracles

To hold onto 

Until the desires

Of my heart

Become reality

When one of you said in a comment that God keeps blessing me, and I just don’t know it, I didn’t believe you. Now, I’m going to eat crow apparently. The level of my impatience these days is beyond quantifiable.  I’m not proud of this. I have no idea why I’m admitting this. I don’t know if I will ever know why. God is obliterating my timetable with absolute force. Everything is back to basics. I’m going back to the ABC’s of faith. And it’s not fun. I must need a refresher course. Everything is being flipped. I guess God use anything to get my attention. Who knew it would involve a conversation about the tastiest sardines while trying to find them on the shelf in Wal-Mart today. 

Questions

 Favorite food

Favorite drink

Favorite US destination

Favorite piece of clothing

First blog you checked this morning 

Deep dish pizza

Diet Sprite

Nantucket

Jeans

Couture Carrie

Your turn

Flowers

 Let me be

As the flowers 

Of the field

Basking in grace

Rain or shine

Whose aroma

Sweetens with

Each day

Monday questions

 How was your Mother’s Day?

What are you reading?

What are you eating?

What are you buying?

What is making you smile?

Good. Took Mom to Zaxby’s. Small town. Not much open. She enjoyed her salad. Told me it was the thought that counted. I guess fancy doesn’t matter sometimes. 

Kinfolk magazine

Protein bar

Browsing my favorite boutique The House of Ford out of Greenville

A sweet text message I didn’t expect. 

Your turn?

Mom

 Mom

The one 

Who will

Still kiss

Boo boos

Tell the truth

Yet still remind

You everyday

Not to mention

Her idiosyncrasies

They will soon 

Become your own

Happy Mother’s Day

The struggle

 Who am I

I’m still meeting me

These past few years

Are still teaching me

That all the money

And fame 

Might bring attention

But seeking attention

For attention’s sake

Will leave one

With a lonely heart

A starved soul

A warped mind

And a lost sense of self

The numbers on this blog

Leave me speechless each day

Because too often

I’ve let the world

Determine my worth

And when that happens

Turmoil erupts

Like angered volcanoes

I don’t know

Much

But I know this

I must trust God

Over everything else

Even if 

Even when

It’s an hourly struggle

Place

 Lacing up

Those tennis shoes

Freedom in

The feet

In the street

As each step

Brings my body

Back to a place

I can be

Proud of now

And forevermore