Move

 Keep moving

Keep it rolling

I can’t get mad

Or just 

Let it go

Smile

And remember

Seasons change

And I can adapt

I’m being challenged

To relish silence

Within the stillness

Today

 Watching From Scratch With Love, and my soul needed it. To bring me back to the place where dreams came true. Where hope and joy were alive. I was alive. Where I walked in that church, and I felt at home. What I’m saying is I’m having to remember the good in my life. The trip to Cape Cod, sitting on an empty beach at ten in the morning massaging the sand in my fingertips. Picking up broken seashells like pieces of priceless treasure. Right now, I’m the broken seashells. I have to remember I am priceless treasure. I’m weary. I’m tired. I’m humbled by a movie and the way it opened my eyes today

Today

Lord, It’s Regine again. I’m grouchy and irritable. My plan has not worked. I crave control. I need an attitude adjustment. I have no desire to decorate for Christmas. I haven’t read one Christmas novel. Struggling to find peace in Your Word. I read it, but I don’t feel it. I stopped shopping for things. The things only bring temporary relief, if you can call it that. I’m writing this because I can’t sugarcoat the truth. I can’t lie to you. I can’t lie to myself. So maybe if If I share, I won’t feel so bad. Love you all. 

Thoughts

 Up early with the chickens

Trying to get the brain going

And see what lands

And I’m wiping sleep

From my eyes

Pray

 Prayer requests 

Good news 

Friday

Relaxing

Shopping 

Praying

And being still

On my agenda

For today

Thanksgiving my friends

 Lord, you provide. You are trying to teach me. You are showing me what surrender is. And for that, I’m in tears. Thank you for loving me my very loving followers. Happy Thanksgiving. 

Tell me please

 Thank you for all your love. It’s taking all I have not to explode.  I don’t want to divulge yet. And I don’t want to act like a grinch, but my soul is taking hits. Please pray for me. Tell me your good news. I need to rejoice in goodness. 

No words

 I’m seething with anger

Tears streaming down

My cheeks

Smoke billowing

And I’m 

Seeing I 

Have issues

I’m not in 

A good mood

Even if I know

I’m blessed 

And should be 

Counting my blessings

Thanksgiving

 Thanksgiving week

Let me be

Thankful

Grateful

Full of hope

And expectant joy

And blissful smiles

Hi

 Getting in the spirit 

With Hallmark

And cocoa

Happy Saturday

Lovely

 Good morning from the frosty South

Fire is crackling

Blanket wrapped around

Music playing

And I’m warm inside

Questions

 Tell me something good?

Favorite Thanksgiving side?

Favorite gift to give?

Do you send out Christmas cards?

What do you want for Christmas?

Contentment

 I’m realizing 

That you can’t rush

It happens

When it does

I can’t force

I can only control

My attitude

I’m being equipped

And as much

As I desire

To return 

To old habits

Comfort

Is not longer

The aim

If I seek

True contentment

Peace

 This morning my nephew gave me a gift. One I didn’t know I needed. It’s an appreciation for home. The one you can’t replace. The one you can’t live without. It’s my everyday canvas. One I don’t take time to nourish. It’s the blades of grass that ground my feet and tickle my toes. It’s the wildlife in my backyard that make it home. It’s the place that is always there. While I dream of big cities and glittering, shiny lights, it’s the grass being cut by the tractor in the pasture, where I know God is. I went to the doctor yesterday getting medicine injected into the pump in my abdomen, I felt peace. Peace, it’s coming because I’ve been coming to acceptance. Acceptance that God will provide what I can’t. In this season, thankfulness has a new meaning. Freedom. It’s not Christmas yet, but I’m celebrating like it is. 

Monday

 Cool mornings

Are here again

Change is around

May I welcome

Its presence 

Will

 It’s Your day Lord. 

May I give

You 

Your

Due praise

For I am

Blessed

By a Presence 

That is holy

And beautiful

May I do 

Your will

And relinquish

Mine

Questions

 What are you reading?

What are you eating?

What are you buying?

Any prayer requests?

Any good news?

Eschuca

 Almost two months. I didn’t think I’d feel peace. Know peace. It’s there. It helps to have my siblings’ kids to call my own. And love them so much it hurts. I also have accepted that physically my body couldn’t sustain life. And I couldn’t harm my body chasing something not knowing if I truly desired it or if I put pressure on myself to want two kids and a white picket fence. With the husband. I’ve so conditioned myself to conform to standards I couldn’t meet much less exceed. Perfection is a you know what. So some wishes are there, some squashed. I will keep those private, unless you can already read my mind. I’m convinced some of you can. I’m getting to know the real me. Someone I’ve never taken the time to know. Or cared too at all. God said that starts now. And I’m listening. For the first time. Actually listening. 

Stream

 Some days I put pressure on myself to deliver. Deliver words that make a difference. Some days I question my value. Is what I do quantifiable?  I know this is flawed thinking. I do it anyway. I do this when I try to have control. I know I don’t have it. I still crave it. I’m in waiting. I’ve had to give up what I wanted because my heart said no. Patience is a virtue. Not one I have. It’s necessary. I don’t ask for it. I’m being allotted it anyone. Being honest sets you free. Vulnerability is coming. I’m tired of holding it all in. You’re not alone. I’m not alone. 

Latin flair

 Latin beats

Match the Cuban roots

And I’m swaying

Hips groove

Knowing 

Our heritage

Never leaves us

My soul smiles

With the rhythm

And rhyme

With the knowledge

That my abuelita

Would laugh

And say

I told you so

Amor

 The fog lifting

Is my greeting 

This warm

November morn

Where possibility

Is just that

Hope is 

In abundance

Peace is offered

And love 

Is on 

The periphery

Just waiting

To make

Its claim

At the center

Of humanity

For where

Love resides

Disdain subsides

Hate ceases

Love encapsulates

Who we can be

When we cease

To be self-absorbed

And defiant

Who I am

Is to be

The outward representation

Of who

He’s always been

Loyal

Dependable

And without

Malicious intent

Love

The command

That doesn’t shift

With prevailing wisdom

Majestic love

 I’m fighting my flesh today. Trying now to cower to my own expectation. Worshipping through the anxiety. Having to trust. I don’t understand much, but this I know:  God wants all of me. And He will get it. He stripping away the filter. I’m raw. Square one is better with God than polished refinement. 

You want it all

I hide

But you 

Find me

Every time

Without

Batting an eyelash

Love yourself

It’s the one thing

That makes me shudder

To this day

Let me view

The mirror’s reflection

As proof of Your majesty

Heart

 God, it’s Monday morning.  It’s your child Regine searching for words that escape me. My thoughts reflect the deep seated fog outside. It’s the month of gratitude. I’m needing grace right now from myself to let go and let You do Your work. I have not cut out to figure it all out. 

My prayer today

Be an instrument

Of mercy and grace

Where peace

Is granted

To every

Anxious heart

Sunday

 Smile

It’s Sunday

Have a 

Great day

Foggy

 Foggy

Cool

Rainy

A good book

Is my companion

Today

Love

 For the love 

Of Christ

Warm my bones

Soothe my soul

And grant forgiveness

To your children

Who struggle 

To give it

To themselves

Any prayer requests?

Feels

 In the silence

Of morning

When all

I hear

Are the roaring

Of the 

Thoughts

Rolling 

In my brain

Hoping

I have words

To convey

What my thoughts

Are making 

Me feel

Beautiful

 A nice jog

Feeling 

The breeze

Knowing November 

Is here

To greet me

Thank you to ten

You affirm me every day. It makes me smile. The fact that you look forward to another ten years makes me cry. I hope that I can continue to inspire and make you smile. Thank you for loving me. Now, the only job I have is to love myself as much or more than others love me.  I love you all.