Love is formed,
and secured,
not only,
in
the breezy, easy days,
but in the thick,
of unlovely times.
In the choice,
of honor,
and committed,
times.
Beauty grows there,
and the truth,
of
priceless, forever love,
the ebb and flow,
of life,
washes the relationship,
into a smooth,
magnificent,
one-of-a-kind,
treasure.
Happy 24th Anniversary Honey!
I long to do what others do,
it seems like much more fun,
but need to keep my eyes upon,
all You have begun.
For I know You have a plan,
for me,
You have right from the start,
I cannot wander from
the journey,
You imprinted,
upon my heart.
While I feel left out sometimes,
I seek to follow you,
and though I don’t see the way,
I believe, I trust,
you do.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Jeremiah 29:11(NIV)
My girl can’t see,
what will be,
and what is coming.
In my “olderness”,
I can see,
and trust in okayness,
to come,
and even if the answers,
are not what she wished,
to hear,
it will work out…anyway.
I rest there,
knowing for sure.
Similar to a food chain,
but a faith chain,
my Father,
smiles with crinkles in the corners,
of His wise eyes,
at me.
He sees what I cannot,
and knows I will be fine,
when I can not see what is coming,
and can’t rest in okayness.
One day, my girl,
will see,
and with wisdom.
will watch over,
resting and waiting.
A smile on her face.
I ask,
you give.
I freeze,
you speak.
No fear,
it’s clear,
your here.
Free to try.
Free to fail.
Get in the boat,
to sail.
Guide. Glide.
Try.
Isaiah 30:21(NIV)
The seemingly
secure
rug
of today,
yanked out
leaving me
sprawling
tomorrow.
Flailing, hitting hard,
testing trust.
Get up wiser
and convinced
that I cannot,
relieved and glad
that you can,
you will,
you do.
“May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way.”
2 Thessalonians 3:16(NIV)
Speak the truth,
in love, in Him.
The truth will set
you free.
It does,
it does I say,
set one free,
free to be,
unchained,
unhindered,
alive and well.
Oh, so well.
Joy,
peace,
wellness,
come from the words
put to paper.
Pieces placed on the game board,
marking the journey,
bring barings,
unscramble feelings,
figured out and formed
to mean something.
Thoughts on parade.
A writer’s celebration.
Sweet, sleep swings back
around to claim me.
The tablet in my mind
a clean slate.
Words spoken lightly,
words harshly spewed,
words spoken honestly
shed the light on truth.
The power of words,
build up or tear down.
Reverent words
that place face upon the ground.
Murmured words so tender
that only those held close can hear.
Words void of filter
unveiling
joy, anger, fear.
Precious, powerful, poignant,
fragile words.
