In the harshest of weathers
Brimming fire and scorching tones
Ice chilling cold with rivers frozen over
Green leaved trees brown & dead in their fallen glory
Grounded and unafraid
Strong & unshaken in my stead
Heavy head lifted high
Purposefully kept high
My heart humbly acknowledges
An old & proven truth
Like days of old
This too soon shall pass…
Grounded and unafraid
Strong & unshaken in my spirit
A rainbow will appear
At the end of spring’s silver rain
I patiently await
There are days and weeks that are longer and tougher than others…and such has been the past week…so it was no surprise when I woke up with tears at the pit of my tired throat.
This will come as news to anyone who has been around me today because I am the queen of keeping it all in; I truly believe as adults there are some things we deal with, adjust, adapt… but today I was worn…
I didn’t want to bother the girls because they are babies and they have been worried about me all week…telling their teachers their mom’s back is hurting and she has to go to the doctor, and asking that they pray for me…the Mr. has his plate full as well…so the adult in me kept it all in…
Today however, it was a struggle and so when I left the house for a training class…I knew I needed a good cry…either of my sisters would be great listening ears…but I wanted to be a child and just cry…let it all out without necessarily talking…so I called my dad.
Truth is I am still his child…I always will be, and so I dialed his number without knowing what I was going to say…we talked for a bit and then I burst into tears….I tried to explain the tears but there was no use…
Bless my dad’s heart, one of his many strengths is his quiet spirit and so he listened as I talked and cried…he let me have at it without interrupting…and then like the blessing that he will always be, he encouraged, and prayed with me.
I didn’t feel perfectly better, but I was grateful for the moment to just be his daughter…his child…not wife…not mom…not employee… not busy…not uncertain and unsure….just a child who needed a good cry and listening ears…I pulled myself together after I hung up and went about my day.
My drive home tonight wasn’t as bad and I was just glad I had a home and loving family to go to…then Tenth Avenue North’s “Worn” came on the radio and I had another good cry…the song speaks to me and just how I feel many days…I guess some days just need a good cry and reality check that I am only human…today was one…and I can’t wait to go to bed and just let it all out for the last time…
Lord willing come tomorrow…the sun will shine and hope, grace, strength, and love will be restored….
Colors burst through them to me
Rainbow in the wake of their toothy smiles
Their love (of me) is perfectly peach and purple pink
Spring in the brown of their soft eyes
It’s that time of the week again, Friday Fictioneers par Ms. Rochelle, and this week’s photo is courtesy of Janet Webb. I have two stories this week, please feel free to comment, and offer criticisms. As always you are welcome to join in the fun. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS STOPPING BY…hugs and love.
STORY 1: MORE THAN ENOUGH
It didn’t matter that the building looked more like a shack than a house, let alone a home, for Sadie it was more than enough…she was free from her old life of homelessness, addictions, and abuse…she had found love, a house with a picket fence, shelter… something she had wanted all her life…
Mother always said white signaled hope…Sadie held onto that…she was moving into a house surrounded by hope, and considering where she had been, that was more than enough….
STORY 2: MEMORIES
This shack with its perfect fence of white. Such memories it holds…Mama and Papa dancing late at night, Jess and I watching from our bedroom….those were some great good memories. Mama, and Papa arguing at the break of dawn…Sarah Lee the church secretary always the theme of said quarrels.Such memories we have of this shack…many of them built from our peeping games, including Papa hitting mama dead in the face….the sound of his 1987 Volkswagen driving off that warm night…Papa was never seen again…
On a cold December night
An angel sleeps on a bed of pink daisies
Love floating butterflies around her dainty walled room of peach
Bye baby bunting coos softly
Light snow blowing unseen against glass framed windows
Her childlike snores meditative music that fills my nighttime air
I stand by and watch my (loving) daughter sleep
Shapely legs of summer rain
walked slowly past the corridor of my icy heart
soothing soft as satin silk on my smooth shaded skin
my icy heart faded to null& roamed right into your 12o'clock arms of spring
pretty pink petals dancing before my grey colored eyes
your scented steps left a trail of scintillating rainbow
So many names He carries
To some he is father
Faithful, lover, comfort, peace
Friend, all of these in one
In the chaos of my paralyzing faith
Doubts and questions about any and everything
That he be to me
Comfort, Savior, answer and
*Happy new month dear friends. May it be for you and yours a wonderful one :).*
I kneel bedside as is custom
Each late evening to pray
Tonight’s prayer a tad unusual
Fatigue laying claim to a major part of me
I asked the Savior to come into my heart
Make whole this cold heart of stone
Selfish and fleshy on its best days
I asked that he make it holy
Genuinely kind and good
Deep slumber and snores overtaking me
I asked wearily
That He make my heart see & beat truth
Now and always
A very happy Friday to you!!!
Over the past few days I have been blessed with many awards and kind notes about this blog and humble me, and I just wanted to offer my most heartfelt gratitude. I could never thank you enough.
Many thanks to you all for the continued support, stopping by to read, leaving your kind thoughts and for the friendships…it truly warms my heart every time I hear from you.
Reading through blogs I follow this morning, I read George’s post and he left the kindest notes about some bloggers he follows, and many of them are writers I truly admire and to be thrown in that mix is such a humbling honor…I am quite sure I am undeserving but I accept his generosity happily. Thanks so much George…I really just do this for my heart…and half the time I have no idea what I am doing…still my heart won’t let me be if I don’t’…I will say it always though it would never be quite enough but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH ALWAYS!!!
I leave you with something that caught my attention this morning during my quiet time…it’s from my morning devotion…it says “it surprises many to learn that the best way to become a good leader is to truly care about the welfare of others…” In my humble opinion, there is just something remarkable and so true about that…and I thought to share it with you.
In the business world, it is said that “A leader is someone who has the ability to influence others” I think therefore there is a leader in you and I…we just have to accept it and influence others for good…be it with our words…our thoughts…talents…abilities and more…
It is my hope that every time I post something here however sensual, silly, controversial, or otherwise it will lift your spirits…cause you to pause…think…and if the need be…act…
Have a peaceful blessed Friday and weekend. I am truly a grateful girl…THANK YOU!!!
Peace & Loveliness Always…GOD BLESS!!