Forty Plus Miles

Just a minute or two to refresh myself. Walking out pressure on a page. Working pressure out through a page.  Just a minute or two to refresh myself. Breathing life in as heavy is exhaled. Praying in each moment lived and written. Just a minute or two to refresh myself. Walking out pressure on a page. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

There was a shift in the day. Wondering what to make of it. I sensed the blessing.  There was a shift in the day. Something changed. Something powerful happened. There was a shift in the day. Wondering what to make of it. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

       Decompressing in the dreary daylight. Opening up elusive opportunities as the morning greets with sleepy eyes most call cloudy skies. Sleep tries to tell me stop. Pain reminds me to listen as age and difficult labor are my daily encounters; this too shall pass. I see past clouds through faith, and a caffeinated conscious glance. I look with new moves, slow but steadily moving forward in faith, ready to see what Jesus will do. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

          It will not make sense, still a rest is required. So I dream in fiction as I write tired words. Thinking on the blurry lines between what is and isn't true. Remembering the colorful dragonfly seen earlier in the day. Wondering what this everyday marvel must see, flying here and there and everywhere. No agenda. No quota to produce. Just a life to live, fully present in the moment life is lived through the air of everyday that ushers in the extraordinary.              It will not make sense, still an outlet is necessary. So I see through creativity as I write tired words from a tired soul. Thinking on the blurry lines between what is and isn't true. Considering the kind dog, make that two, curious what they're thinking when I gave some attention to them in passing. Offered kindness, given friendship, when they didn't seem to have it then. "A friend, a grace!", I imagine them thinking; no place to go but life and the liv...

         In three minutes I'll write to release tension, tension under pressure of busy. In three minutes I'll express creatively, honestly, the weight felt, fatigue lived out, hope that still remains. In three minutes I'll write to live whole again as I write and pray. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

       Past the change. Past the shifting that's shifting me; I'm looking. Past the breakdown, where Jesus knows I've broke down from time to time; still I've been given grace. Grace to get up and enter the day again, where the "nights" of life have felt long. In the constant changes. In the hustle, where I struggle, finding hope again in faith; faith that tells me my circumstances don't define me, don't define my family, they're just moments of shifting, where Jesus never does.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!