One-liner Wednesday September 2, Patience is a virtue (play on words)

Yet I wasn’t laughing

Yet I wasn’t laughing, since Covid and Breast Cancer double Mastectomy surgery this has been my life, except I wasn’t laughing.

So the whole idea I pull up with my driver, and we call the number on the outside of the door to the clinic to check in. My mom happened to be my driver on this day. The lady responds with “a nurse will be right out to get you.” It is a very hot dry day resting temp is about 98 degrees.

My mom proceeds to recline her drivers seat, and begins to fall asleep. It is pretty close to closing time inside the clinic. Once 5:00 rolled around, and an hour had passed I called that number again. They forgot about me, and it was my mom who was more unhappy about the situation then me. She let them know when they came out to get me too. She works at a hospital so this was not okay with her in slightest bit, Covid or no Covid. I was like you tell them mom. Covid has changed how all my appointments go. This day though my mom and I were really like seriously?!?! Patience is a virtue (play on words).

One day at a time

I don’t play the clown gloating with makeup thinking for a second that if my spiritual house is not up to spec that next drink is not just a fingers length from me yet

I don’t play the jokester I know the spider is dead, but the cob web is still there waiting for its black widow, one brush with that venom I will be dead. My spirit must thrive on all that is alive, and serene so my spiritual house stays clean

I don’t play the harlequin it is not a good look on me. My alcoholism is doing push-ups waiting for me to have a hiccup to unbearable for life. I might as well pick up a knife, and slit my own throat. Cunning, baffling, powerful it is that toxic Gin

I don’t play the jester. By the grace of God today I am 7 years sober. There is nothing a drink will not make worse. I don’t need to hide airliners in my purse. For this is a daily “one day at time” reprieve. I need no alcohol in me. I am better off sober

I don’t play the fool, you can’t school me into thinking any different. For I have a solution to keep my alcoholic self at bay. Just for today, I start with God thy will not my will be done. There is where I have the best hope at laying my head once again on my pillow with peace, and serenity. With not an ounce of alcohol in me

I don’t play the zany. Loco is not my plight. Might as well play with death. Hope is my life. The knife drawer is closed, and from my faucet flows living water. My sobriety is based off of my spiritual house, and I have cleaned house. This though is done, “one day at time” there is not a single mouse

God, I offer myself to Thee – To build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life.” 3rd Step Prayer in recovery

It was as if…

It was as if I was an infant once again. My understanding of my life seemed so elementary. Ascribe to the Lord, oh my soul. Simply seek him all day through. For I was brand new

It was as if it was my inaugural, and all were waiting to see my next response. I was adorned with garments that glistened, and my spirit listened to that still small voice nudging me into Him. For I was brand new

It was as if I was at the premier of my own life, and all the strife was laid to rest. I had passed the test. Tried, proofed, and scrutinized. It did not matter, because Jesus went out before me. Open the curtain for all too see, let them all approve of God’s craftsmanship. My smile will beam, and it will be enough for my own spot light. My spirit will be blinding to the spectators in the auditorium. For I was brand new

It was as if I was finally adopted into loving Father’s family, and His initial was engraved in my heart. I was His masterpiece. I was His work of Art. Molded, by my potters hands, and autographed so His inscription was burned into me while in the kiln. For I was brand new

For I was brand new, and I now I wore the proof inside me. It poured out of lips when I spoke. I was soft, and supple. Like a leaky faucet, and no one was going to turn me off. The harsh abrasive me was dead. I was spirit lead. For I was brand new

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 2 Corinthians 5:17

Written for The Word of the Day Challenge: initial

Giddy is the word I use to remind of God’s love…

I can taste the richness of my life this morning as I wake, not the bounty of what the world glorifies as wealth. I can savor the abundance of grace that my heart is adorned with. I am bewildered knowing I am loaded with His spirit. I am free to be, I am His!

I am dizzy with my cup that over flows with acknowledgement that God is doing for me what I can’t do for myself. My grin is large, even my teeth show big from within. My smile is wild with the breath of life that flows through my core.

I am skittish with the anticipation of what my day may bring. I sing goofy songs, and make up dopey lyrics. Gratitude sweats through my every pore. For my God I so delight in. He holds the pen.

Affluent is my life, as I have had much strife to stretch me. I am learning, growing, and I am becoming an adult. The little Lisa that did not want to grow up, is becoming who she has been called to be. If this is not enough to make anyone giddy…

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How could I not be giddy with the smile I wear, oozes gratitude!