“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.
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.
There is a point reached Time And time once again When the gift becomes Almost An aching burden for freedom Because there is a wonder Why The labor which cannot be Deserted has nothing more to Recommend It continue to the wandering Mind that wishes to whet its Purpose In a pool of sensations better Suited to its voracious appetite But Realizes its sentence is born In the flash of creativity Without Any more reason than words Exist and hungry call for writing.