Let me say
That everything
In my life
Right now
Is great
And yet
My soul
Grieves
I’m counting
Gratitude
That I can
Articulate this
I haven’t taken
A breath
In years
Oxygenate
My lungs
Lord
I’m tired
Of waking up
Exhausted
Because
My need for control
Has superceded
My need
For You
What is making you smile?
Who is making you smile?
What are you making?
Last book you read?
Prayer requests?
Life right now
Looks like
A monopoly board
You don’t get to skip
And collect
Two hundred dollars
I’ve not wanted
To share
What I don’t like
But doing
What I don’t like
Is bringing peace
And a freedom
I’d feared
I’d lost
In every Amazon order I have at least one book
I have six destinations on my bucket list
As a snack I like SmartSweets candy
I have music on when I write
I have so many clothes in my closet, but wear the same things every day
Share yours?
Lord
Give me
The will
To be kind
When I’m fraying
The light is flickering
And my cranky ways
Haven’t found the door
Lesson learning. I deleted so many posts today because God knew my heart was not in the right place. When I’m hurt or offended, I will do the same to others. I’m human. My posts this morning sought human approval, but when you are convicted right after you hit publish, it’s Him. I argued with Him. I did not win. My conscience would not let me rest. That is a feeling I want none of you to have. After deleting the post, I’m lighter. I’m okay. Just because I didn’t get my way doesn’t mean I take it out on others. God will call you on it. That I know. The question is this. Will you listen?
Physical exertion
Brings me
A mental peace
I can’t describe
And I’m grateful
That my body cooperates
Off of my latest post. I will go back to posting as I’m led. What I’m being led to do now is a little more fun
Getting to know Regine
My favorite NFL player- Peyton Manning. I asked my sister for his jersey for Christmas. It still hangs in my closet. It’s the Colts jersey.
My go to song is James Taylor Fire and Rain
I love collecting stationery and stickers
Landing in Venice Italy in dense fog in frigid February is a memory I treasure.
I like ordering the weirdest options on the menu at restaurants. Almost always I regret ordering them.
I’m sucked into playing Wordle every day.
Will you play along?
I am slowly coming back to this. I need to share the unsavory of my life. I can’t let others’ negativity dictate what I need to share. I’ve strayed from my mission. I don’t have passion for what I’m posting now. I’ve been dimming my light. I can’t do it anymore. If there’s a comment I don’t like, I will read it, and see if has merit. If it doesn’t. Im praying for you. You are hurting. My words haven’t hurt you, something else is. God bless you all.
I finally realized
I can’t fight
What is meant
To help me
The pride
And shame
Need to go
So I can be
The version of me
God desires to see
Last book you read?
Last sweet treat you ate?
Last thing you bought?
What made you smile?
Last prayer request you made?
Facing the fear
That has consumed me
And spit me out
For all the world
To see
Is not my proudest moment
The anxiety has returned
I can’t lie
Confronting it
Rather than hiding it
Hot red nails
Pale pink flowers
And a strawberry
For good measure
Happy Valentine’s Day
What snacks are you making?
Who are you rooting for?
Favorite sports movie?
Favorite sports book?
Who is your team?
Cool
Calm
Collected
Something
I’m working on
Right now
Even if
I can’t
See it
Right now
Tell me something good from your week?
In your presence
I’m finding
That I must wait
To get the answers
I need and want
But the key is
The wait
Is where
The answer
Is really at
Tell me something good
Rainy and wet
Moisture dripping
From the sky
As the livestock
Crowd around
Awaiting an
Unexpected bath
What are you reading?
What are you eating?
What are you listening to?
What are you watching?
Something good that happened this week?
Coffee in hand
Music beside me
Praising
As I contemplate
My next move
On this warm
Spring-like day
I recall days
Of drinking fruit juice
And eating tuna salad
At the swimming pool
On Miami Beach
Speaking Spanish
With mi abuelita
Arching up my heels
Looking up
Arms reaching
For the heights
And extraordinary depths
With expectant gratitude
That You
Lord
Continue to
Bless and bestow
Goodness
And mercy
On me
A humbled
Lowly servant
Of King Jesus
Thank you for
Giving me words
To write
Turning over
A new leaf
Uncertain of
Where it may lead
I’m grateful for the majority of you who speak life into me. The few that don’t even when meant well is not well received. I will continue to share, but it will be done more carefully. I’m taking proactive steps to protect my mental health. Peace is imperative for me. You can be strong yet sensitive. My desire to help others has come as at a cost. One, I’m not sure I can no longer incur. I need to pray for what exactly to share that does both. I’m hoping I can thread the needle. Please pray for me. Tell me something good today.
Regine
