One-Liner Wednesday—loving and powerful hand of God

“What seemed at first a flimsy reed, has proved to be the loving and powerful hand of God”.

I was that flimsy reed, living proof to not give up before the miracle happens.

Yellowstone, with the love of my life!
One day at a time

https://lindaghill.com/2021/07/14/one-liner-wednesday-its-which-season/

As the deer panteth, so my soul

My feet were so feeble, tired and calloused from years of running. I was always on the run. Just could not imagine if I were to feel. It was no longer a balancing act, I couldn’t even manage that

I had buried all my secrets in my skin. Love was just a camouflage for what was rage seeping through every word. I was as red, as red as red could be. Spewing venom, green

I became introverted with selfish lust for what was a bottle. One of broken promises, it was my only friend. It told me what I wanted to hear. Whispered lies into my ear, I knew my end was near

There was a small light I could see at the bottom of the hole I had buried myself in. I was so thirst-y for something pure. I wanted life. Death had become me. Zombie breath, and broken hearts all of my making. Blood stained hands, and no regret. Yet I knew there was something better. The tiniest glimmer

I swore I didn’t care, and as long as I couldn’t feel. Ill I intended to stay. Then that day the light spoke through the dark. I could feel a reach for my corpse. A lifeline so divine

I was thirst-y for a new way of life. Becoming tired of my own face. I wanted my broken smile to rise above me. Flee from the puddle of tears I lied in. Rid the locusts eating my flesh

I was thirst-y for the living water that was being spoon fed to me, by my Lord’s hands. My hearts compass was trashed, but God gifted me a new plan for my weary bones. No longer alcohol could it hold

I thirst for what was fresh, no more wretched breath. I wanted eyes that could see, hands that could feel. A body not so brittle. I was thirsty for what was pure, and holy.

In this time God did for me what I couldn’t do for myself. I no longer drool for that tonic, and long gone are the days my feet are on the run. I wake with great clarity, and another day I thirst for the gift of life in the precious blood Jesus gifted to me upon Calvary. I humbly start each day on bended knee. Never forgetting that cavern I was buried alive in. New life in Him

As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God. Psalm 42:21

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/05/13/thirst/

Surrounded

When I ride I stop often to breathe God’s canvas deep into my skin. The sky with all is its vastness pulls me in. Obsessed

Surrounded by low lying branches, ducking my head. Pushing myself as I see the River that runs alongside me. Rapids of white surrounded by God’s light

When I ride I often stop to see the turtles sunbathing a top the rocks, and ducks swimming in unison through the murky weeds. God has planted his seeds of enchantment

Surrounded by a breeze ever so gentle, yet I sure feel its touch. That wind is like faith. I can feel it, but I don’t know if it will wane or come on strong trusting in the beauty of God’s heart song

When I ride I glide, and I feel so alive. All of my anxieties melt away with each turn of my tire. I feel God’s unconditional love will never expire

Surrounded by other’s eyes set a glow, and smiles so big. I forever PERAMBULATE in God’s truth as I am immersed in it. For me there is no denying He created all that I ride through. His hands have made such a beautiful awe inspiring display. Dismay

This waterfall is part of my everyday ride, I always stop and take it in. Different every time

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Genesis 1:1

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Chasing after YOU!

Fresh is the morning birds song, and I might just sing along. Chirping, and swaying to the beat of my feet

Fresh is the suns yawn spreading its rays, getting ready to say, “hey it’s going to be a beautiful sunshiny day” It is a new day, a new dawn. Oh yes I can’t wait to get outside to play

Fresh is the coffee brewing in my pot, don’t stop. I believe in you, every sip I do I do. Creamy, sweet, and you give that little bit of pep in my step. You bet, I am ready for my first sip. I do not have a doughnut to dip, but oh that first sip

Fresh is the Lord’s word ready to absorb. This is not just knowledge for my head, it is a matter of the heart. Etched art, that molds my day. He is the potter, and I the clay. Every moment given to Him, for He always has my best. In this I rest

Fresh is my warm morning shower spilling over my skin. Waking me up, as well that coffee in my cup. It’s a brand new day, I am now to get ready

Fresh is the day, yesterday gone. Tomorrow not yet here. Living in the moment, closer to where I started chasing after you. One day at a time. One breath, and better yet just for today! I begin with YOU!

Closer to where I started, now chasing after YOU!

Fresh

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/05/05/fresh/

Let us hug again

All too many I long to hug, this stupid Covid bug. It has taken so much of the personable touch out of all of us

Evanescent is the warmth of his arms around mine as my son walks away with mask over face, guarded in every way

I long for their sweet embrace when I see them face to face. My precious mother-in-law in her dementia state has to be told no I can’t hug mom. She longs to be hugged, and held. Instead it has to be explained to her over, and over again. As well to cover up her face.

I think we all are in miss of the sweet embrace, and look we give with the smile on our face. The eyes just seem weary, or is it mad? I can’t tell anymore, 14 months going strong. Same old song, and dance.

Evanescent this should never be, to touch, and to see is common decency. Why does this Covid bug get to take so much control. Our elderly are getting very old, and lonely are their days. Our youth need affirmation, and elbow bump just will not do. The given has us under their thumb.

Stay in, do this, do that. Yet they say we’re all in this together. As we sit here May 3rd maybe going. back a phase, watch how not together the people of my city become. Unhinged, and stripped to the core. Covid has all just hanging on by a thread.

Take off your mask mom asks, “give me hug”. We have been over it 100 times before. She will forget as soon as she is told yet again. All she longs for is to feel the touch of her kids. People are watching us too. Pressed down, and oppressed. We try to give her a glimmer of hope, but try to explain that to someone who is not even sure where she is. She just needs the touch of her kids.

We all do! Covid needs to go away, and let us have our sweet embrace, and smiles seen from face to face. Jesus keep us hanging on, knowing there is an end to this story here on earth. For this life is temporal. Help us hold on to hope in you, hugs to come. Smiles we will see…

My son, his girlfriend and myself!
My mother-in-law, husband and myself! She is so fragile!

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/04/29/evanescent