Forty Plus Miles

        This poem (below) is written in response to a writing prompt recently given where you have to describe the taste of a surprising food in the most creative way. Enjoy. How (Poetry) How does one describe such a taste, from such an unassuming fruit? How does one give explanation to such a tiny thing? Just write as you think, A slap in the face, then the kindest hug; this is how to describe a Kiwi's taste. 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!

        Paused and methodical, the intentionality and the focus: speak good and Godly, then rest. Stopped in the action, sometimes longer, yet it is intentional. He speaks and I'm listening; rest when you need, speak good, Godly. Here I'm resting, after speaking, here on a page, listening as God speaks to me through David in Psalm 34. 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!

         Into the light, I rise to fight, today in the cold winter day; slowly, intentionally, praying today. Into the light, I am given new sight, as cold presses in, seeing where to begin. Into the light, I find a new way, grace as I pray, hope in Jesus, knowing He sees us, ever working there. Into the light, I rise to fight, slowly, intentionally, on a cold winter day.  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, then, seeking to overcome in the harsh environment. There, then, walking through a wild morning, one of cold and challenge. There, then I continue on, slowly, prayerfully, in hope in Jesus again. 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!

         Hope! Hope! Hope in the heavy and the cold! Hope in the going and the coming! Hope when life is hard! Hope when trials come and success doesn't! Hope when the way is too much and still you continue, knowing there's something greater, something better, that this too shall pass; but hope placed in Jesus will NEVER pass! Hope dear soul, hope, for hope is the bravest thing of 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!

              Caverns of trial and survival, mountains and cliff faces of faces of many moments, walking through the cold. Times of joy and wonder, mixed with minutes of wondering how to make it; through the cold.                What to express and say, remembering to pray, in the dangerous cold days of a brutal January snowstorm aftermath. Will it pass, these frigid days, trying times where we are walking together and seeking to make the best of together under tough circumstances and seasons? Will it pass, the tough moments of wondering how long we can last? Will it pass, the moments of trial that seem to outweigh the joy and wonder sometimes? Will we pass through better and not battered, three people of some small family in the middle of a countryside on the other side of a rough winter weather moment? Questions that linger; still I remember, how we were led through, where Jesus brought us through in past times...