Welcome to Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge (CMMC), the topic is Pick Your Topic from My Photo below. Possible topics house, attic, porch, star, trees, ladder,window, door, blue, light teal or seafoam, green, red, tree, hydrangea, roses bush, neighborhood, fence, pairs, etc. What else can you come up with?
I can’t remember a time when we were not about thrive, it was a pep talk into perseverance because our daily was one more bolt that was about to be stripped. We had a bag full of all the bolts we vanished its divets from. Repeatedly trying so hard to screw them back into place. A rivet away from homelessness
So co-dependant it would make ill sick, how we pushed for so long I still don’t know. We desperately clung to our 19 year old selves. We had faded away in youth, just as morning faded into night. Swindled by our on sight, it was time to grow up. Yet we didn’t
Pretending we became so very good at, a tea parties delight. Dressed to the kilt with all the latest of gadets. When the rent came do we scrambled to have it. Looks can be deceiving. Dress up a family of four for all to adore, and they will not see famished rising from within. Covered skin with name brands to no end
Even tried to abide as much as the crisp cool dark that we had encased ourselves in would allow. Upon these moments a fire fly here and there was all the light we could muster. Running with dark like a wolf, the angels always trying to get back hold of our then bones we were so scathed from false pretense
I can’t remeber a time when we were not about thrive. It was who we were. How we would come upon the monies to pay the next bill in wait. Ever heard of this thing called a job?!? The bible quotes a man who does not work will lack bread for his table. This was no fable. Did you ever really get a look at our seating for four. What was missing, a feast yes that was one. If you looked further you could see our kids jeans hanging from wasted waitslines their weight melting away from lack of nourishment. There was no flourish, we had not much left of our remains. Dig the graves make them ready, for we are barely going to make it
I had already said my goodbyes to all that tried to make way for health. The wealth we wrapped ourselves in was a farse. We were a travesty. Take off your tapestry you will see we are empty
Empty your pockets of only lint. Even more vacant were our hearts. For we had long resided elsewhere. We had no longer a barring even Gorilla glue would not do. We were beyond the fix. We were beyond charities hand. People had caught on, fraudulent demeanor. No pity, for we dug ourselves into a slimy pit of ruins. Living in ancients past, I feel sorry for our story is a really badly written county artist song. Not melodic in the sing along. In fact turn that crap off
I can’t remember a time when we were not about thrive, did you honestly think we would survive living like that? We were just a moment away from the loss of it all. We had been laughed at, and seen as fools. All our schooling went on the wayside for we were always trying to thrive. We never were about DO!! You think the two don’t walk hand in hand? Fools
We did not survive we are now casaulietes of our own demise. I can’t remember a time we were not about thrive. Maybe if I was to blame credulity I could say, but I know it takes to two to make a mess of a life that was one. I see this today with much clearer vision. Not gullible to my part, and I guess we both should have seen there was nothing that could keep us from falling apart. Spiritually ill makes for clean kill.
Praise God for His forgiveness reigns down from above, at the cross I found myself weeping for forgiveness, and asking for His unconditional love for all of four of our loss. Regain our spirit, and renew of hearts soul. Lord God save us, make us fragrant with your shed blood for us. Allow us to see the dove take flight, and once again reside in your light. Years later I thank you for I believe you have worked circles in miracles of at least three of these lives. Prayer, and fervency of thy will not mine. For my Lord God His love is divine. He has restored the years I allowed the locusts to eat away. How great a God is He
“It’s not what is under the Christmas tree that matters. It’s who’s around it.” ~Toby Mac
I was like a kid in a candy store. Entering through the gates of Yellowstone National Park. Squeamish feet, ready to meet my first sight of wild life.
Surreal, the canvas surrounding me. Every catch of my eye, I could barely take it all in. Asking my husband in a childlike voice when do we stop?
And…there it was a field that dreams are made of filled with Buffalo. It was so surreal they were massive animals, and looked so tame. Yet said to be the most dangerous animal on the mountain.
Running from the car up the paved pathway I tripped, and fell hard. Raspberry elbow, knees, and bloodied knuckles. I was quite a sight to see, first aid kits kindly approaching me. I was up as fast as I was down (shook it off no time to fuss). I had to capture these creatures with my eyes, and to no surprise my camera. I was immersed in the most magnificent field of God’s creation. A field of dreams.
Surreal indeed from start to finish. That trip to Yellowstone did not disappoint. From Buffalo, to Buck. The icing on the cake was a Grizzly Bear. All my life living in a state where they are spotted all around. I had never seen one with my own eyes. To not fear it I would have been a fool, but to see the beautifulness it brought me to my knees in pictures take.
My eyes were awake for I was enraptured in God’s creation. Surreal as surreal gets in that park in July with all the memories I left with. You bet I was like a kid in a candy store, nature never fails to impress. God set out to create the very best! Would have been deemed insane not to invest in such a sight.