We have the hard hurt down Knocking us roughly around But we keep reaching higher Trusting God to lift us out, Because Jesus is stronger Than every personal storm, He has been fighting longer Than we have ever known. Our Lord, what he has begun, He will never desert He fights against our hurt, Tears may often fall But Christ hears every call He will be with us, exceeding Each need throughout eternity. Our struggles shall not be lost Jesus paid our debt upon His Cross He counted our lives Worth sacrifice at any cost, We can stand with Him When our lives are most grim; Our Savior will come again He will gather us all in He promised a home with Him. Come now, each who has trouble Jesus will gladly meet our needs When we place our trust in Him.
What is this fond thing A haunting that enfolds us, New yet, familiar Like the breezes’ gentle kiss? Since encouragement to Love Is a melody Quieting contentious thought, We swim into song All beauties, surrounding – still Shadows – knowing every name; Life embraces Loving Wrapping our core uniqueness In almost comfort, But restlessness inspires reach To achieve, complete, receive; Adventure whispers Never hesitate, embark. Moments so fleeting – Do not give up this striving, For excellence commissions Toward performance, Rousing harmony stellar Turning inside out Our hearts’ dear feelings become An ocean, emotion, Love Beckoning each day, Life does sing.
On Friday, August 12, I drove to Chattanooga to visit my son, Alex. I took him a few supplies since he will be starting college at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga campus soon. He gave me a tour of the campus, and I was amazed.
We ate some scrumptious food and we visited both portions of the Tennesse Aquarium.
I wrote the poem at the beginning of the post, longhand in my journal today. My only significant change was bringing it from the first person to a universal third when I typed it on my phone.
I wish I could attend college. It would be an incredible adventure. I hope Alex has a tremendous academic experience in studying Data Science. There is much on that campus to keep him interested and busy.
I am grateful I found the courage to drive up to see Alex. I am so honored to have such a talented young man who has accomplished much as my son. God blessed me abundantly in the gift of a child with his aptitudes to offer the world.
Prompt: Create something that engenders positive feelings. Share it if you choose.
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I was sitting in A swamp turned out and over, Lightning crashed, hard down, I was almost forever drown Tears were overcoming me; Then a cry arose Clarion against my foes, Sounding like a rose Banner wrapping me within Telling me begin again. Never forsaken – Come now, new heart, awaken To a ground safe, firm, Rock, I may stand complete on The Beloved beckons, come. Treasure hidden bright Revealed in Love’s sterling Light Abandon the night Day brilliant invites delight Heed the sweetest voice calling – Redemption,mercy, Abounding, amazing grace, Sudden about-face Into arms held wholly wide, All fear spirited aside. Severe hurt confide Those things hidden inside Pain, deep oxidized, No more jeopardy – set free, Found, restored, life’s sanctity.
Prompt: Can you rhyme or illustrate similarly? Create!
Gratitude: Music avec autoplay.
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Know the rain coming down, ravens, Have the heart to mend the brokenness, Sing the songs whispering within, Hear what is never spoken again, Fear the shadows between letters, Doubt whatever meant to be, Believe sharing love best when tested.
Know the child hidden inside, Have enough to give without blinking, Sing loud and not falter when heard, Hear and speak the silence of trees, Fear worth is too little to measure, Doubt the well will produce pleasure, Believe all is precious, priceless treasure.
PROMPT: Create something or find something created only for yourself; share it! I did.
The app DIARO is pretty neat for a journal on devices. The share or export command may leave some formatting issues when coming to WordPress, but there are workarounds, as usually there are.
If you have not watched the show, Umbrella Academy, maybe you would find it excellent. I binged the second season (ten episodes) at once. You may recall I rarely imbibe video in more extended versions.
I am thankful for my son, Alex; he has been a boon to my living all his days. My gratitude to God for providing such blessing is unending.
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