Mark 4:37-38 But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat, and it began to fill with water. Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting, “Teacher, don’t you care that we’re going to drown?” I can... Continue Reading →
From FreeImages.com Once the storms blow past, Birds take to the air again! We should do likewise! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Bird and Blow. I thought about taking back our power after the difficulties of life pass.
Storms rage in this life. It seems like they will not end. But calm will prevail. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: calm and storm.
Stormy weather days. Seems like sunny days won't come. But storms always pass. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: stormy weather.
Life is like a highway, ever spread out before us. Storms come, blocking our way towards our goals. Some are so intense that we think we cannot survive, But, the highway eventually clears and progress unfolds. No highway is free of obstructions, problems, and obstacles. A soft life is not one that teaches endurance and... Continue Reading →