Fourth

 Happy Fourth of July to all Americans. Just a little note to let you know you are all loved by me. I’m appreciative of your love and support. Stay safe and cool. If your international, where are you checking in from my friends?

Love

Regine

yet

 Some days

I just have

To remember

That not

Having answers

Could be 

The biggest blessing

I’m having

To say

I don’t know

And leave

It there

Life may not

Be fair

But its 

Goodness 

Needs to be found

In perfectly fried chicken

Or a beautiful butterfly

Who spreads

Its wings

No matter

The circumstance

Inundate my spirit

With grace and mercy

As I learn

To wait 

With joy

And expectancy

Of a peace

I’ve not

Felt yet

Breath

 Take a 

Deep breath

Release

The fear

And welcome

Unexpected hope

New month

 Heading into

A new month

May you silence

The negativity

Surrounding my soul

Questions

 What are you eating?

What are you drinking?

Are you watching the World Cup?

What are you reading?

What’s in your cart?

All the summer foods

Spindrift

YES

Old favorites

Food

Your turn?

Peach popsicle

 Muggy and humid

Whiffleball and 

A plate

Children

Running

And screeching

As they

Go round

Sprinting

For home

Awaiting a

Peach popsicle

Battle

 I’m learning that God is the Source of my sustenance. There are some things that He is the only who knows. He’s intimately acquainted with my sorrows and pain. He gives me reason to wake up with joy even after a night of tears. I don’t know what this season is trying to teach me. I’m having to learn with every moment not to fight. There are some battles that aren’t mine to fight. I’m wanting what I can’t have. And I’m fighting my own sinful flesh with everything I am. I’m fighting myself while trying not to fight others. Maybe a contradiction. If this post seems jumbled, it’s probably because my thoughts are exactly that. Thank you for humoring me. I’m in a battle I didn’t want.