Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “nerve.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Off to see a lady about about a tattoo. I am so absolutely excited! This is the start of my weekend birthday celebration. A memorial tattoo of my daddy, who took his life in 1982. I have all the nerve I need for this event, in fact I have always liked it.
Then from there we are to Greenbrier to stay the night, and then Wolf Lodge Steakhouse for dinner with our best friends who is also celebrating 55 years of life this next Wednesday. Feeling slightly spoiled, and blessed with the best! Can’t wait, let the birthday celebration commence!
“I’ve read the last page of the Bible. It’s all going to turn out all right.” ~Billy Graham
For much hope resides here, and I just keep my eyes on the prize. I rest at the foot of the cross. I know that today is where I reside with God, and His will be done. Peace and serenity can be found in an instant of surrendering my will to Him.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun!
The end of my pot of coffee is here oh dear. I sip it all through out my day to wake me, and warm me. The taste lingers in my mouth, and the aroma permeates through my house. There is nothing better to wake to. A new day is here. A new horizon to peer out into.
Morning excitement as my senses are aroused with the smell of fresh brewed beans. I am keen to the smell. Then comes the early morning sound of the peculating of my pot. What is the end of my pot now was hours ago a new beginning.
And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. Philippians 1:6
This one thing I know undoubtedly in my heart today. There is no greater love known to man than of my savior Jesus Christ. My life as long as I walk with Him, and my heart is right before Him is limitless. I can have the beautiful life when I say “thy will not mine be done”. It doesn’t mean that my life is easy nor does not have pain, grief, or even sorrow. It means that His love for me is limitless, and with that love I can get through the storms that this life brings. It is not all rainbows, butterflies, and Cotton Candy. Yet it is so divine.
He can help me dance in the rain, turn ashes to beauty, and lift my hands in praise in the mist of my pain.
Limitless unconditional love for me, and He is faithful to complete the work He started in me. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t imagine not signing up for such a thing in my life today. Heck yeah, I signed up! Please God help me to keep my end of the deal. I love living my life today in peace that surpasses all understanding, and without chaos. A mind of clarity viewed through God’s lens for my heart. The beauty of simplicity.
And this my friend is just the start because His love is indeed limitless beyond all comprehension to that of man. It is hard to understand. He does miracles in, and around my life. He shows up, and He even shows off. His love for me is real! Surreal! Sovereignty, my heart is no longer bankrupt. Poverty no more. Jesus shines!
Isaiah 40:31 – But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
7 years, and 4 months ago I fell to my bottom. I doubt anyone ever thought I would make it back up. The rock fell on me, and crushed me. I did rise back up, and with the mercy of God’s forgiveness. I rose with the help of His loving hand. With His grace I soar today! Mine is an ashes to beauty story, and I get to be here to share it today. I chose the little glimpse of hope, and I grabbed onto it with the little strength I could muster. It was then God carried me. Now I am soaring with the Eagles, flying high with God in control of my life.
Lunacy in every nook and cranny. Uncanny the secrets of your soiled souls putrid display. Only lucid to those who lurked in the night. Go to sleep you are a fright
If only you could remember the words you sobbed in your inebriation. They would make anyone have goose bumps the size of boulders. Secrets no one should ever have to wear upon there shoulders
Perverse were the things that lay dormant until blood thirsty it fed from the pint sized Fireball Whiskey you always had waiting for you by your bed. It was cloak and dagger. Then you admitted all your sin in the dark as inhibtions transitioned with each taste. Stop, stop talking you are making me sick
Sucker punched is the only way I could explain it. You would have no recollection of the twisted words that broke from there holding cell. Me I was now in mourning
You were not the man I thought you to be. I needed a pardon from the validity. It was such a blow to my heart, I sought my rescue in the numbing fixation you too found in a bottle. Take your knife put in my back twisting and turning it. No swallowing back the words were already spoken. Broken!
Look to left look to the right we were past the fight. If we had only looked up. I told you just tell someone, anyone else please not just me. It was just to much for me as your wife. You knocked the wind out me. You dripped the blood from my soul with frozen twist upon the knife with cruel words of lust. The trust was gone. I still had an inkling of hope even in the dark you resided God was bigger than this
No remission you did this and you would have never been given permission for such a thing. The repercussions great, a fling in the night. If it had only been one
You claim God told you that you can drink. Insanity!! The bible says to not drink not to be drunk. It was not okay for either of us. You tricked yourself. You tricked me, abandoned your marriage bed
I have not been able to really give words to the surprise you sprung, it just felt like life ended. I was suspended from our vows it was the only way out. You handed it right to me, my reprieve rest in your hand. Right there for the taking, and you saw no fault in your ways
So stay, no I could not stay…you handed me the writ of permission I was able to find my reprieve
What a sad story we were, so much potential starting with God. Somewhere He got tossed. You became boss of your soul, and me I can only blame myself for not standing my ground. For in my weakness Satan found way
Reprieve is what you wanted. You made way for it. Bit it off, downed it whole. No save for the soul
So stay, no I could not stay this time with no stutter leaving you to shudder in your lusty maze. If it had only been a phase for that with God we could have saved
A bomb blew up within my heart, I take responsibility for my part. Alcoholic I became totally insane, spiritually sick. For you did not like me not one little bit. So we just continued to get lit
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!
I have always kind of considered myself a mini person. I am not super short, but I am short enough that it makes shopping hard. My legs just aren’t that long. I take short ankle length in all sizes regarding jeans or pants.
I have been this height since the 5th grade. I am a whopping 5’ 1” & 7/8ths. I can shop in the kids section in some stores. Which benefits all because it is less expensive.
So the question remains would I rather be mini or maxi? Mini all the way. “Short people. We maintain a great perspective on life because we’re always looking up.”