The flowers began as a wistful dream of a bountiful harvest, but once cut from the bushes and placed within a vase, they began to fade and crumble—a falling off begun because the blooms were separated from their source.
Nothing living can long survive without nurture. So much depends on tender care. In this life with its challenges, desperation, distractions, doubts, fears, being connected to a network of people who love us is essential.
In this time of isolation, we must find realistic ways to rally our spirits in whatever togetherness we can devise. We need safety zones to engage in conversation without masks and where we can give hugs freely.
We would be negligent to disregard the needs of those who are most vulnerable, but even they need the reassurance of beloved faces and physical touch.
It has been an exceedingly difficult year, but we can help others bloom and remind each one that even in a shadow season, the Lord is present. God will eventually clear the clouds away, and the beauty of humanity’s promise will shine as newly minted gold.
“Creatives are fit and strong,” I read somewhere in time. I tried to test the statement out, But I am uncertain I know Or understand its meaning. There are days I can Hardly place my feet upon The floor without crying out, Days I search my mind for words Finding nothing I can score. So I rummage round, find myself A smile, try it on for a little while, Often, I fall into a bout of tears Because of missing others Who once blessed my years. Days trot on and hours pass Galloping by, I must eat the pain Going dancing forward to a tune, Hold on, keep moving, do not Walk away from what tests you. This is only a temporary trial God assures it will surely pass I can hold on by His grace Another moment, soon enough He brings me through it. All endured fades into the past, Tomorrow holds brilliant dreams Scintillating possibilities abound With the triumphant rising of the sun A chance to influence eternity.
My adventures of being unable to get on the internet by computer continue. Not a good island to be marooned upon. Thank God the tablet hooks up.
The dark, bright windows Tell the tale in just one look, Eyes of loving soul.
I put away fear To meet you out here, nothing Seems a certainty, But that you have taken hold Of the beating heart of me. I run and away From much calling me, “Come close!” I cannot escape How you have captivated And claimed all my attention.
I listen for it One small word among many Which might change my life, But your lips are entertained With other occupations.
I manage myself At times, others I am storm clouds Above roaring waves Without option of calm, I Become raging tempest.
Where there is hardship God is always near to share His kindness and strength, He loves us unconditionally; We survive through His support.
Some do not understand Why we turn and walk away Never Knowing our fragile hearts How they beat another rhythm When we give ourselves today, How the tears are Ripples From the fountains feeding Who we try to be while Feeling incomplete vessels Sampled forms deserted for Others With greater prospects, appeal, Turned with haste into examples Of what may have been, through Greater effort within potential.
The light finds each flaw Magnifies the cracks, spaces, Where There is still a chance To advance, to be adorned With the singular lovelinesses Admitting sudden fascinations Displacing consternations. All In all, it is in God’s hands Who may bless possible plans Or sudden, place us on Another path With probabilities grander Than anything previously Understood By who we could become.
Three hours of sleep nightly, one cannot long abide. However, once medication changes are absorbed, there can be improvements. Even now, a few days in much has been accomplished.
I am quite tired this evening, so I am only writing a few words.When youu are trying to catch up, it is wise not to try to do everything at once. Time was invented to keep everything from happening at once. Pace yourself to protect yourself. Tomorrow, after all, is another day. Should it not arrive your plans will have little validity anyway.
I talked to a lady today with life tragedies that were overwhelming. At one point her mental state had affected her physical state to the place she was confined to a walker. Her faith in God remained steadfast, and today, she is an active and happy 70-year-old
Life may deal us blows, but we know whom we trust, and we can stand in faith against the storm.
I hope this weekend gives you reasons to rejoice. I am likely confined for a day or two. I way overdid what I have the stamina for accomplishing. You know when you set a goal, and the deadline walks in and sits right beside you. It has been that week.
I challenge you to set one small goal and work on it cosistently over an appropriate amout of time and reward yourself at the completion.