Snippets

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.

Unsettled

When we do not belong
When our hearts cannot find a song
When all the pieces
Are out of line, far from place
We still occupy optimum space;
If we remember
If we observe what surrounds us,
If we diligently continue
We know God is always near,
Jesus also suffered while here.
We are called upon
To be lights, inspiration,
To lend beating hearts
To the cause of Salvation
So all may come to Jesus.

Our battles may be
Many and we wish to be free
Yet we are fully loved
Wholly blessed in every moment
By God who fortifies our lives.
How we carrty on
How we stand firm, dedicated,
The Blessed Savior
Takes our hearts, sets us apart,
A generation in Christ’s hope
We become His messengers
Carrying God’s miraculous story
Into all the stormy places
Where He changes people, lives.

OverFlow

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.

Exhaust

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.

Cry It Over

Forgive me the moments
When I become lost beneath
Feelings which cut all
Reasoning off, I retrieve
Myself with tears, singing, prayer,
The revelations
That cast out paranoia, fear;
I hope you avoid
All those “cracks in the fabric,”
But you know my thoughts wander;
Happiness, standing
In the storms of desperation,
But crying to sing
Praises, although the brokeness
Will never leave, disappear.
I learn, learn again,
That life is overpowering –
Sometimes hearts bleed out,
I apply pressure, bandages,
Hoping God will fill the lack;
I do not own my
Faith, Jesus is love for everyone,
But He maybe loves me so,
Stops my hand when I come undone,
It is not a pretty story, fighting crazy –
Is hard luck, but there must be
Some purpose, for here I remain.

I cannot describe for you all there is in what troubles me at times. Once in awhile I attempt to put Schizoaffective Disorder into words. I am not good at it. Recently times are very trying, though there is the mania too. Maybe it does not matter to others. I do not know. I just write what I am given when I am given to know.

As a prompt, you might create something about a challenge you face. It could be a food allergy, a learning impairment, a thing you must conquer, anything really. The thing with this is to open yourself to see the strength in your weakness, and possibly gain courage from sharing.

It seems to me, we all need to be real. If we want to come closer to peace we have to understand who we are. Weaknesses and faults are part of that, being transparent.