Forty Plus Miles

            Somewhere between sleeping and waking there is awe; that moment of transition. Somewhere in the shift Life calls us, issuing an invitation to start again, enter something new and exciting. Between the light and the dark Hope calls us to something amazing: grace in a new day. "Walk with Me. Listen and follow.", words that stir us all, stir me. Light enters this tired soul from a dark slumber of struggle and I am rising, taking steps, slowly and fully as Life as Hope calls me; as Jesus calls. 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!

          To survive a winter, or whatever this, I press forward, intentionally, strategically. To overcome a strange time, with strange weather and forecasts that keep changing I look once more in the slow down that cold brings. To the adjustments of ever changing weather from cold to warmer and everything in between, and how I am to respond. I take longer moments (even if only seconds longer) to take in the terrain and move differently there.             To survive a winter, or whatever this is, I remember to live, taking every "hot cup of something" moment and savoring it. Every warmer, sunnier, day as the reminder light isn't gone, and neither is grace. I learn to take it in better, adjust in the varying "weather", and remember Jesus is faithful, even when the weather changes. 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 fo...

 Hope happens. Hurt happens. Here, hope. Hardship happens. Heartache happens. Here, hope.  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!

          A sparkle and a limp, treasure worn on a worn head. A sparkle and a limp, the glimmer seen, the struggle too. A sparkle and a limp, still this would not hold her down, keep her from remembering whimsy, joy, and worth, limping down the street to wherever she was going to; this older woman who wanted to change her circumstances. Change them through a jewel-encrusted winter stocking hat worn unashamedly as she limped her way slowly down the road of life in another day for her.  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!

           For a moment there was light, suddenly, brightly, and then it was gone. Among the grays and dark blues there was grace, and it was beautiful! In the day there was rest, peace, and the hope for better, even in the gloomy; here my soul was lifted. Mercy made mention of ascension, of elevated perspectives and a faith that would grow.              For a moment there was awe and inspiration, one I was meant to see among the busy and the cold approaching our area, and it was here, and it was beautiful; even if it was only for a fleeting moment given through light on a cloudy cold 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!

       Between the lights I move, looking and listening; listening to life move all around me. Between the greens I go, seeing through thirty, fifty miles per hour of life in the busy of a day down roadways through traffic lights. Between the stopping and going it catches my attention, buildings new and old, cars with people and stories untold, and I'm asking what happened. Wondering how time told stories of all kinds and what those stories are. 'Were they worth telling? What could be learned, if anything?", and on and on as my mind wanders in and out of traffic called thoughts as I consider these things.           Between the lights I continue, hoping for a stop in the go. Searching for the time to reflect and process the constant miles taken in the day, praying for recovery and endurance to bounce back, wondering how many others are between the lights of life, praying over them as they come to mind also. Driving, driving through twenty...

          It ran on, then away, first the sight then the sound. This hulking metal whale swimming the seas of metal, dirt, and fading daylight. It swam slowly through the vast rising and falling of oceans of land and civilization, making it's way through a twenty four hour journey. Something drew me in as we traveled parallel for a fleeting moment, something that put me in awe at this God-given ingenuity of a train passing through that ran on down some old tracks of an old neighborhood we were journeying side by side through.  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!

         Tales of endurance heard, years of long labor told proudly. Stories of places been, journeys there and back again laid bare, and I'm listening; listening to the elderly worker. Parallels made of that journey and mine and I'm reflecting. "Will you join us?", a question recently asked of me in a work's shift from labor to education as a manager stopped between breaks and simply sought to find where I was in my headspace. "No. I'm just exploring right now.", my condensed answer given here, tired from an industry that has taken more than gave me. Still, I would rejoin the fold of skilled laborers in the same industry not long after, curious about more than what we did, wondering more about who was doing such work; but for the time then I needed to escape, find margin in some fancy hotel that called me to dream again and rest from busy and hard-pressed working conditions.             Then I would wander for a moment, catch ...

           Something Else (Non-Fiction Experiment)              Between the gray and the light, the day and the night I am thinking once again. Looking upon new roads and the light that makes them call us to journey there. Between the two I'm travelling, first in soul then in steps, taking a walk down these once discouraging ways that lingered long and became something else.             "Walking on a winter's edge. Venturing through the frozen forest the timid deer takes new steps into a bright new day. He's afraid, yet curiousity bids him go forward; so he does. Hope gives him grace to continue. Light encourages him to move into the new warm unknown that grows his courage with each step." . Here I reflect on a fictitious animal written, find peace on the ever changing path again as I create again and find the grace to. Here I'm finding empowerment again, rest to create, and the courage to be ...