Becoming Better Able

You may have forgotten, but remember now, dear, you are a blessing. No matter what words were said to, over you, or what actions were taken, you are precious, loved, and have a unique purpose. God set you in place to accomplish things only you can do. Every moment has prepared you for this time.

Be open, be ready because opportunities are inbound, and you must become the pilot. There may be agonies, doubts, and fears, but no one lives with trials forever. Suffering is preparation, building strength and determination. Often heartache and heartbreak teach gentleness and kindness. Empathy is born in pain.

Understanding is a gracious gift given to those who survive hardship. When you have temptations and tribulations, you can remain steadfast in prayer for the Lord Jesus will be your guiding strength, and after the storms pass, blessings will arrive. Mercy and grace be with you all your life, and the Lord keep you always.

Thoughts Amassed

Interesting Times

When words buckle beneath the pressure to flow, all I know is to let go. I have not found a magic token to purchase creativity’s flow.

I kept hoping that my Facebook account would be reinstated, but it appears I lost it permanently on August 5th. It is sad. Friends have told me I should make a new account, but I think if they take mine, I can not begin again.

I am dog sitting Maui for Alex while he is in transition to a more permanent home. You might notice Tribble is least concerned and going her way.

I am not quite sure how I forgot in my troubleshooting to unplug the device, but I called Amazon for help. I felt about as dumb as ever.

The Samsung A32 is working far above my expectations. I love using my phone again.

Having a refrigerator is a blast. Almost three months without one, I am so glad that is over.

I am using Twitter a bit. My Facebook friends are not all on there, but it is okay.

Writing is an exploration of thoughts that come to mind when we march words onto the page. The war begins when we force them into intense sense by editing such that we bleed grammar and style.

Happy Labor Day! I hope you have time to enjoy a break.

Haiku Niner

Prompt: If you are not using a journal each day, I challenge you to begin. Many remarkable things happen within the pages of a journal.

Shuffling

Who am I? No one,
A dreamer with unfulfilled
Dreams, bursting the seams.

Tears threaten to throw,
All the plans, carefully made,
Into fading shade.

Capricious Elocution

I think I write
But sometimes it seems
The words write me,
Searching out my heart, soul,
Tearing me to shreds, making whole.
Words are precious existence,
Love distilled for meaning –
Making clear the gleaning
Of was, is, will be
In almost captured dreams;
Streams laden with hope –
Wild flames catching time
Setting sentences to rhyme,
Only tell, what is the line,
Am I it, or is it mine?

Looking at how writing works, I often find that it is a mystery no matter how I study. I thought one day I would understand, but I suppose the state is unmeant for me.

The truth is I cannot put it aside even when I am confused by the gift. Writing is heart, soul, consolation for the pains and troubles. Forever Friend!