Forty Plus Miles

           Slow motion and I see it, the special in the hustle. Slowing down and I glimpse it, just a little in alot of busy and fast-paced, catching the grand and glorious of each breath called life. I see it more and more; rising, determined, looking again with slow motion when I miss life the first time, making sure to catch it in the next glance offered with ferocious intentionality.  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! 

            An orange keeps appearing in my thoughts.  An invitation of such a fruit and such a picture, for same reason. It's bright, it's sweet, it's pleasant. An orange keeps appearing in my thoughts, an invitation to distract from hardships I'm guessing, so I'll write about it, embracing a welcome distraction and chance to grow as a person and a writer.  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! 

          Pictures and places that keep showing up in my mind, ones that tell stories that I am curious about. Pictures and places with different faces, moments of lives lived and I'm wondering what happened there. Somewhere in the dark Lego pieces still lie, left to tell a time of play that could have happened in one of the most unlikely places: a crawl space. A family wrecked by tragedy so many years ago, and I'm left to wonder if this was a happy moment before, or something else.            Pictures and places, where a butterfly flaps wings, glides on a welcomed wind, and takes in the whole journey. Feet from this moment of solace in a summer's fire remain what's left of a family indoors, struggling in battles most know nothing about. That there could be a way to capture such wonder, lighten their load, give grace to deep hurts and heavy weights carried!             Pictures and places of an old...

          Quietly, I look, move, and reflect. Quietly, I pray, act, and struggle... to the outside world... I hope. I am not perfect, only persistent, in a world that tells me not to. I am not perfect, only persistent, in going before Jesus, arriving as I am with all that is and isn't right in seeking a right transformation, a right standing with Him. not            Quietly I arrive, seeking to listen well more than I speak. 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's still Monday, at least it feels that way, but Mondays breaking. breaking on this Tuesday. It's still tough, but something's changing, something bad. It's still a ways, taking a seemingly endless road, but there is good, and I can feel it deep  inside.  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! 

             They hover and land, back and forth from one to the other. They move miraculously as they live, these hummingbirds that captivate!  From flower to flower they go. They speak in astounding squeaks and sounds that make up their speech, and I wonder what they say.                They hover and land, back and forth from one to the other. They move miraculously as they live, these varieties of people! From place to place and task to task they go. They converse and speak amongst one another and I wonder their stories. "Hovering" here and there through life that is going, always going. Lifting through gravity as they rise and continue forward with each step and I see life going again.                 "Do they enjoy it;" I wonder, "the living of each God-given day?" . Do I? Yes, yes I do; when I look past the busy. When I look beyond "getting things done". He...