Forty Plus Miles

          Somewhere in the night I wait, wait for change and food, after a trying day that took everything I had. Somewhere in the ending of a day, in the middle of the week I wait, writing as I wait. I think, consider the day's events, and dare to hope in spite of the trials faced. Somewhere in the middle of it all, of all that's encountered, all that a Wednesday would dare throw my way, I still hope in Jesus; somewhere in the night, waiting for food and change in it all.  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!

Something! Suddenly. Somehow! Writing words well. 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!

Blended together, this is what it looks like. This strange mixture of food that speaks to life. Thinking again on the famous hot dishes I knew.  Blended together, this is what it looks like. Using what you have, and making the most of it. Embracing what is there, and making the best of it. Blended together, this is what it looks like. This strange mixture of food that speaks to life. 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!

          I sit here with a blank screen, just writing thoughts. Nothing is showing up that's worth writing; still I'm writing, just writing. I sit here in the loud around, in the middle of another busy day where something else on a to-do list is being done while I wait. I reflect on past choices, timeless truths and promises, and collect myself in the middle of a valley; one of busy, in between tasks. I sit here as I seek to empty the heavy, the weight of aging, of an ever-challenged margin, and I write.       I can still walk. I can still process, seeing through the fog of all-at-once moments. I am still continuing forward by the grace of God. I sit here with a black and white screen now, one of white background and black writing that shows I'm not held, just heavy; where I'm grateful for this release of busy living, where grace is coming through, and I'm grateful to Jesus for it.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a goo...

             "Just one word." , I think, "Start there." , I continue to consider, starting from the beginning; with just one word. Soon it's two, then three, writing to process and find a healthy outlet. Soon it grows, little by little, as a man takes a walk, making his way through city streets and back to a cul-de-sac where he first began, embracing what he may. It wasn't grandiose, or undeniably memorable, only welcomed to the tired old man as he returns to himself after a visit with family and a long trip; returned before physically and now mentally, much more than before. After reflecting back on the drive there and back not long ago, on his short walk through the small town, then back to home. After his moment of remembrance and gratitude that came, grateful to remember what's good. This nameless fictional man and I share new, share reflections, share gratitude for the grace to remember, and a start to an unknown day a little at a time; and with i...

Days driving. Resilence rising. Grace given. 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!