Sitting down, with the grass as my cushion, Enjoying the beauty of the many flowers. Winter's gone, and summer has found its way, And I am gladdened because of summer's power. Summer pulls us out of our self-hibernation, Drawing us with its richness of smells. Barbecue and honeysuckle and just-cut grass Tend to cast among... Continue Reading →
I am still here, living and breathing, dreaming, packing, healing, and now writing on my blog again! I am excited just to be alive at this moment, watching as my life takes new turns. I am thrilled at how Abba, our heavenly Father is moving in our lives. I have missed writing, but Douglas and... Continue Reading →
Keep your dreams alive. Easy for life to dash them. Believe you can win. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: hope and dash.
Sitting in the passenger seat of our rental car in Italy, I was thankful that Douglas was driving, because the boldness of Italian drivers will being you closer to God. You are praying the whole time not to be hit or not to hit someone. It seemed that we were always caught in the middle... Continue Reading →
I stood at the water's edge, looking at my reflection. I marveled at that face, for I felt no connection To the woman who looked so very strong to me. I didn't recognize her as someone I knew personally. And I wondered if sometimes in our daily life If the stressors, sufferings, and the pain... Continue Reading →
Snow-covered mountains soothed my spirit and brought me joy! We are home and tired! But, it is a good weariness, for we enjoyed Italy and look forward to returning some day to more areas, like Rome and Florence. We left Montesilvano on Friday morning, a two hour car trip to the airport, and finally arrived... Continue Reading →
Live in the slow lane. So much life missed moving fast. Savor each moment. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for May 27, 2019: fast and lane.
Slipping and sliding. On the icebergs of this life. Look beyond the tip. Written for this week's RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: slip and tip.
When Delia was about age 14, her mother and aunt decided she needed to wear makeup, if she were going to attract a young fellow. They powdered her face, applied rouge, and the reddest lipstick ever produced. Looking in the mirror afterwards, Delia hated the face staring back at her, for it was not someone... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was one of "those" days, when who you try to be is tested nearly beyond your ability to persevere. I was scheduled for a cardiac MRI, and I was told the test would take an hour. I know that sometimes things happen and the time gets extended through nobody's fault, but yesterday, it took... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 