Written for Citysonett Photo a Day: November 25: people
November 25 Photo A Day- Streaking Wallace, Zipline Adventures
Tag: beauty
One-Liner Wednesday – Rorschach Test
“It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness”. ~Charles Spurgeon
In the light of Thanksgiving, may we all have the spirit of gratitude. I know my life today is far greater than my wildest dreams. I am far from a millionaire, and live quite simply actually, and I couldn’t be happier. It is those simple little gifts that have been given that mean the very most. The matter of the heart gifts. Give thanks with a grateful heart!
https://lindaghill.com/2020/11/25/one-liner-wednesday-rorschach-test/
November 24 Photo A Day: There is no taking the wind out of my sail
Written for Citysonett: Photo A Day: November 24: windy
Until your last breath…
In honor of John Thomas Boyd who passed away 11/24/2019 at 11:17 am. Pops it was such a blessing to get to be your daughter in law for the time we had together.
Thank you for loving me like your own, you were quite a man. You had such an engaging personality. Always flirting with the nursing staff at your assisted living, and always the comic relief.
I have never been with anyone when they took their last breath, but there we sat. Knowing you were almost ready to go meet Jesus. As we recited the Serenity prayer, the peace that fell over the room was unimaginable. Then we went right into the Lord’s Prayer.
Your head had faced the wall for 4 straight days, and as you drew your last breath you turned in look of Brad and I. You took us in, and your last breath as well. You were gone just like that.
We had so much peace knowing you believed in God, and Jesus died for you. For us it meant you were free of the pain, and you were probably dancing away to Sinatra. We will always love you, and you will always be a part of us until we meet again. I love you. I miss you calling us up needing more honey, peanut butter, and crackers…
- Psalm 73:26
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
Pick it up be on your way, vanished heart!
Here today, gone tomorrow. In the blink of an eye, 18 years were swept under the mat. Not even a proper goodbye.
18 years of my life in one suitcase, no evidence of me ever belonging to my family. Nor them to me. Vanished from my life, no longer a wife or mom. All was gone
Looking back on all the years the waves we rode, I should have seen the corosion setting in. We were past rusty. Denial eases the sting. Send me on my way, and pretend of my non existence. Does this kind of rejection come with a death certificate? On a plane ready to leave what was my life behind. It changed with the flip of a dime
Word spread fast that you called it abandonment. You played that card well. You were ill. I had to trust that with God in time, He would give me back my rights. All you packed up in a single night. You can’t pack human life. I could feel the dissolution my children were carrying
Loneliness crept, and crawled through every cavern of my body. Like a spider bite, with deathly consequence. Alone! Self pity ready to sit and share its first dinner. Feed upon my soul. It was an all time low. I could not hear their voices, see their faces, or feel them. The little light left was becoming so dim. Lord allow me to feel them. Keep the bulb lit
God I need you to make this wrong right. Evil came, and wreaked havoc all in the still of the night. Those evil mongers were stomping all over shattered images of 18 years. Spitting vile, and having a hay day on our grief. Parading on memories left.Vacating our souls. Make them GO! I hate that suitcase it resembles nothing holy
It seems like a nightmare sometimes still. All this damage. Lord take us all four, and renew us as quickly as night turns to morning. Let glory be seen in this tragic blood fest. Breathe new life, and hope. Heal our soldiers wounds. Break open the cacoon of lies, spill it and make it right
Vanished without a trace, my kids hearts broken for their mom. All in effort for me to seek your face. Grovel to my knees. Jesus I need YOU!! At the cross of Calvary I will stay, sifting/sorting. Tracing all the years lost, in my memory bank I toss about. So much loss, and in it I know I will gain in my pain. It is the Mystery of your will. I will be still
Bring me out of these termoultulous times, and in you I will trace back my heart from the start. Where I said, yes Jesus in you I believe. Pour your grace upon me. Make me whole again. Let the barren fragments, and pools of tears be yours. Fear no more for I know I am not alone, and you are soverign
I get to see one face that makes my heart sing, and you are allowing traces of my life back. The odds were stacked against me, but in you I will always prevail. What was lost in one suitcase, I am gaining in my soul. You can’t pack human life, for in you there are traces of life being reconditioned. I wish this was a figment of my imagination, yet it is as non-fiction as it gets. It is my story, and I will be better one day for every tear shed
2 down 2 to go. You we will all soon behold. Traces…
Psalm 147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/23/11/figment/
November 19 Photo A Day-There is no traffic congestion on the straight and narrow path.
Written for Citysonett Photo a Day: November 19: narrow
Jesus heals our wounds
Lonely
Weary
Physical pain
Grieving
Addiction
Financially devastated
Hopeless
Shame
Resentments
Broken hearted
These are just some of the burdens we as people carry around with us daily.
In this upside down, backwards World there is healing in the Blood of Jesus. If we ask Him to take these daily burdens we carry away He will. Jesus heals!
I am a living walking miracle, racked with alcoholism. I was full of rage, and resentments. I held the worlds tiniest violin, and was always “woe is me”. I was full of shame, and regret. I have walked a long 46 years in this life. I have suffered loss to suicide, divorce, a child who I haven’t seen in 7 years. She is now a young lady of 24 years old.
Jesus has taken all of that, that I held so tightly to. He loosened my grip, and took off my shackles. He set me free of the bondage of self. I am a loving testament of the unconditional love of Jesus Christ when we surrender our lives to Him. I am redeemed. I am not who I used to be, and that is all God in me! Jesus has given me back ten fold all I threw away in my selfishness. He is so faithful to complete the work he started. He has richly blessed my life, I still have pain. I now know I can get through anything with Jesus by my side. When I surrender my will, it doesn’t hurt so much! God has done for me often what I couldn’t do for myself.
Even if you have never prayed before, Jesus knows your heart. He knows what you are wanting to say before even you say it. Allow what burdens you carry today to be healed at the foot of the cross. Allow the suffrage to be taken by the loving hand of our creator!
God be with you all, I know life can be a lot. You are not alone nor do you have be. Let Jesus set you free to the healing of your heart! Allow a new life in Him to start, there is no time like the present!
Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.” Jesus said, “He who believes in Me will never die” (John 11:26)
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/19/healing/
Cee’s fun foto challenge: whites and creams-two of my favorite colors together or apart, art!
November 18 Photo A Day: soft pastels speaking through the skies
Written for Citysonett Photo A Day: November 19: soft
Adrift no more, anchored at the cross she gets life abundant
Adrift she is not, for He touched that one very sweet spot. She grabbed for it as it was her last life. Sweet as a honey bee, and its nectar
He gave her a hand up from under the cloud covered all consuming of “I”. “Woe is me”, no more
Down the river she will never float again in fear of pulsating rapid’s, she does not live like she is immortal. Reckless abandon no more
She is anchored in the cross for there her sobriety wins, “one day at a time” a daily reprieve it must be
Adrift no more He took her very broken wings, and allowed them to soar singing with release fly
She is no longer choking upon her breath, He breathed a new life of breath in her. Death only at His hour, all power to Him
She is no longer in wander with lack of directional purpose, she is in the pursuit of God’s compass
She has hope for her youth has been restored when He scooped her up from her own drown in her own self pity
Iniquity is not swallowed away with a gulp. An angry middle finger does not exist in protest. In his His throne room she lingers, she sits with hope. At His right hand there she can be found safe and of sound mind, sanity reigns. Insanity tossed at the foot of the cross
Adrift that is no longer a part of her life unless it is for recreational sport, for God took a spear in pierce of her heart
Adrift no more, He has wiped her slate clean of her fixaction. Tied down, anchored, clinging …”Stable” now that is not a word she thought would again be in her vocabulary
For God is her lifeline divine, and stability she found, adrift what is that? …she has been found! Abject to her own misery no more
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/18/abject
