Words are to be lifted from the soul! Photograph’s are memories of the heart yet to unfold! Let’s begin!
“Prayer is the most important conversation of your day. Take it to God before you take to anyone else”. ~Toby Mac
https://lindaghill.com/2022/10/26/one-liner-wednesday-its-a-night/
“Prayers for Florida”!
My baby girl is all hunkered down in Orlando. Food is prepped, air mattress is set up in closet to sleep on tonight. Candles are ready, and her apartment is cooling so when she loses power. Board games are out, and the bath tub is full. God please protect my Brie Faith as Hurricane Ian is carving its path towards Orlando by this evening. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
“It does not matter how much scripture you can quote. How do you treat people?” ~Toby Mac
https://lindaghill.com/2022/09/07/one-liner-wednesday-alert-creature/
Okay now again, try it again. I dropped my brush upon the canvas. Waiting with great anticipation, and again nothing. Black and white bled from the brush, and even onto the paper dripping to the floor. There was no color that came from my brush at all. I saw the example of this most colorful illustration, and I clearly understood the instructions. What the heck…where were the colors I see in me. I was beginning to feel I had something truly wrong with me as I looked down, and even my art apron was soaked with the paint that spilled. There was not an ounce of color at all. I wreaked of darknesses call
I was beyond confused, and frustration was now holding tight the paint brush. I will prove to you all I am capable of making something just like that piece that hangs with life’s ambition. I will prove all of you wrong about me. I will scream every color of the rainbow. Didn’t I have favor in anyones eyes that I could indeed make a prize winning art like what was on display. What had become of the color that once resided in me? I was filled to the brim, and it came out of the creases in my smile. I was once so playful, and hope was the fragrance I wore. I must be holding the brush wrong, maybe I was not the artist I was thought to be. Maybe there was no color inside of me was now my reality. Not even a tinge of color at all. What a sad colorless life I was living, was I dead
I put the paints down in search of my color, I wanted back what was once so freely given to me. My canvas was as dark as coal, and I felt death was knocking on my door. As I was rummaging through to find the answer I was throwing empty booze bottles over my right and left shoulders. Bottle after bottle a collection that when I looked slightly over my right shoulder made me shudder. All of that I had consumed. Doomed! It was no wonder I saw no hope, all that hope drowned the day I I wet my soul with the lies of that damn bottle. I nursed it until no end. With each sip…green gone. Drink some more you alcoholic horror. Took the purple too. Who knew?
I now know everyone did except for me, putting down the bottle in complete surrender was the only way I had even a chance of color coming back to me. I had the desperation of a dying woman, and I was ready to take the steps necessary so one day sometimes quickly sometimes slowly I could paint something as spirited with colors vast as the painting my instructor asked me to make so many a year ago
Sometime has passed since I have picked up the brush, and I was working so hard on one day at time letting go and letting God. I was finding this solution to live free of the bottle that once encumbered me. I was now living, and loving this whole new way of life I found with a my God, and simple yet hard 12 step program. I could see this progress of self, and this life that once felt like deadly venom took over was now do I dare say being filled with hope. Yes that is what I will share. That was my story of experience, strength, and hope. The colors I see coming back into me, I don’t look the same. I don’t look like I did the first day I walked in the rooms. Nor do I look like my mug shot. I am coming back around to solid ground, I think I am ready with the strength I find with my God to paint again. I believe from the depths of my soul that my painting now will not lack a single color. It will be a magnificent masterpiece of my father’s hand, and the transformation from death to life. Hope will drip off the table, and all over my art apron. Jesus indeed take my very broken wings, colorless and lifeless. He gave me flight of color that would blind the blind. Look at me now, look at me then. My canvas is still being made, and I think it will never be finished. Just as when I wake His mercies are new every morning. Hope is a huge part of His story! Hope is my new mission, and this story does not have “the end” as long as I keep my spiritual house clean I can continue to glean hope
http://amanpan.blog/2022/08/30/moonwashed-weekly-challenge-vivacious-august-30-2022/
“If you want God to close and open doors, let go of the door knob”. ~Toby Mac
https://lindaghill.com/2022/08/31/one-liner-wednesday-youre-never-too-old/
“Train your mind to hear what God whispers and not what the enemy may be shouting”.
https://lindaghill.com/2022/08/24/one-liner-wednesday-upon-the-throne/
All I see is the shadow of a little girl, all though the skin I am in is my adult. I can’t face it day in
All I see is tears pooling down my cheeks, to weak to share. Would they even care
All I see is this little girl scared to death as she crosses the road, memories in toll. Mom screaming “no please don’t do it”. Me curled in a little ball, sobbing uncontrollably for what is about to be my daddy’s end
I am too scared to face my own shadow. I just keeping walking thinking the memories will pass with each swift step. Just me in stringy hair, wanting all the noise to stop. My heart is skipping beats, but my feet are now running. My reflection is only that of my little 3rd grade self. Heeeellllpppp
I am panting, now sprinting from memories pain. The air around me feels like a cage. Stop the insane. Stop him mom, don’t allow him to take his life. He is only thirty, and I nine. My mom his wife. Why oh why? Stop the boiling in my veins from words I’m putting together as horrified moments end
That was it, she screamed louder than anyone I had ever heard “NO”! It was a nightmare, but it was my nightmare true. I ran out, and the phone cord dangled from the table. My mom was not there she ran as fast as my shadow, and left me there all alone staring at the phone bouncing in sorrow. No more tomorrow daddy
I am all alone, I put all the jargon together in my head. My daddy pulled the trigger, and now he is dead. No hope, so lost. At the cost of leaving me alone with my shadow as a little girl, and not wanting to change into its adult as years pass
I can’t chase that shadow anymore, and even give it a moments stare. The pain runs caverns deep. All I would do is weep. Look at it Lisa, what do you see? A five foot two inch girl, in heels. I am not that little girl anymore with stringy hair. I must except the shadow I walk with. It is me, I can’t reside in fear. I am here dealing with the truth, just me and my shadow. It no longer looms. Back to school the next day, and back to reality today I must remain. Sane
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/08/09/photo-challenge-426/
“Better to remain silent and be thought a doll than speak out and remove all doubt.” ~Abraham Lincoln
http://lindaghill.com/2022/07/27/one-liner-wednesday-no-justice/
“Being kind to yourself is one of the greatest kindnesses”, said the mole.
https://lindaghill.com/2022/07/20/one-liner-wednesday-ah-the-oldies/
“Sobriety Delivers Everything Alcohol Promised”.
http://lindaghill.com/2022/06/15/one-liner-wednesday-one-of-those-days-3/
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the; the real tragedy is when men are afraid of the light”. ~Plato
http://lindaghill.com/2022/04/27/one-liner-wednesday-bring-back-confucius/
Have you ever spent precious time with an Angel on earth
Have you have ever had someone accentuate every part part of your being. Have you ever had your soul set fire by another human being
Have you ever smiled just because of the presence of someone in the room that warms your heart. Have you ever felt like God gifted you an Angel for a day
Well I did, Timmy! Timmy is an Angel on earth. He may not be able to communicate as we do, but his very presence accentuate’s every part of the human soul. He brings a smile, and warmth that is almost unexplainable
Have you have ever thanked God for a divine appointment with someone who gave you such an appreciation for life, because they lit you up from inside out! Well I did, I met Timmy!
Weirds Are Word 