Everything is hard Even simple things challenge – So be Miracles – Let creativity guide, Expect the impossible Dream to become True; Love beyond extreme measure, Life, precious treasure.
Prompt: Create something that attests to the miraculous happenings occurring around and to you.
Gratitude List – I am grateful:
1. My second mammogram cleared me and alleviated a great deal of stress. 2. I have stopped drinking diet soda which is tremendous because, since childhood, I drank them, sometimes more than a case a day. 3. I went to the grocery this week and purchased some much-needed food. 4. I am writing consistently. 5. I weigh 135 to 140 pounds.
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There is no allowance In some hearts; differences Are cause for criticism, Not recognizing we all See the sky, ocean, And breathe alike. We crave being known, Treasured, cherished, accepted Safely by everyone we meet. Love is a requirement In being, living, becoming Who we are here to be. Divisions among us stifle Creativity, confidence, courage And the will to imagine Dreams can come true. We often believe ourselves So much less than Our potential because Of labels reminding each of us We will never be _______ enough. Love, enwrapping our souls, Tells us we can climb – Given the opportunity – higher. God is for us, Him being Love, We are precious no matter Our status or conditions, Our differences are gorgeous.
Please do not be thrown by my use of God’s and Jesus’ names. Whatever your beliefs, you are welcome here. I am not proselytizing; just stating what I have found for me. I hope all will see Love in me and know His Love is my reason. I live only by Christ’s allowance.
Prompt: Take the word “Divisions” and let it lead you. Create something!
I had to take time out. There were things well beyond my processing ability. It is not over yet, but I felt I could check-in.
Going out is so hard, and I always feel watched, judged, and found lacking in my ability to interact. Avoidance is a blanket around me because I cannot believe anyone likes me as I am. I hide; I cannot believe in myself. I have been an outcast too often to think I belong. TMI, yeah, me.
I Am Thankful: 1. I can read and write. 2. I have some artistic abilities. 3. I am still here, despite suicidal thoughts; I cannot kill myself, because every time I try, I end up in worse shape. So, until God is ready, I remain, but my mind fights me. 4. It has been less cold the last few days. 5. Music reminds me to hope.
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I hope February means more entries, but there are daunting days ahead for me. I can only try to post here. Struggles are on every front and I am unequal to each and all.
God Bless You and Yours Eternally! Cast your cares (burdens) upon the Lord Jesus Christ because He Loves you!
Most of my work today poured into my journal. Writing by hand sometimes seems more directly connected to creation within the brain. The beginning was rough, but a topic finally appeared.
Gratitude List
I Am Thankful:
1. Although the start was challenging, I found things to fill my pages. 2. I slept more than at times. 3. My Son, Alex, called. 4. I got some troubled devices sorted out. 5. Life is filled with pleasant surprises.
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When a life departs A body, only remains, An assortment of Discarded things, relationships, Without breath or animation. Memory struggles, fades, As ensuing days Go on with whoever Contains the treasure, hard To guard, uneasily measured. A longing persists To catch a glimpse, hear a phrase, Sweet visage, clear voice Held dear, but lost from here. Never, never, until some Future, Divine Presence gives Overdue reconciliation Uniting those who, wander, Later in, with kith and kin. No need can find all, Disembarking space and time, Leaves suddenly adrift, behind; What had meaning, without beholder Begins to decay and molder. Oh Death, how unjust your taking Leaving Life to spoils shoulder.
1. Heroes are only These dreams we greatly esteem, But may never meet, No love we share between, yet, We hope their joy is replete. 2. Blowing up his phone – A need I cannot postpone, But no rainbows come; Talking to me is a chore He rather not, anymore. 3. I love you more now Than when first I invited You to share my heart Knowing over time how grace Has greatly forgiven me.
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