Pain or no pain, Happily ever after, or happily never after, We only have today to love or not to love.
Maybe, Just Maybe
I marvel as he continues to draw me even still, and it causes the flickers of hope to ignite within me that maybe,
Sunlight is Dim
Nothing is the same Without you here. The sunlight is dim. The flowers smell sweet, But I can't breathe them in. The days are warm now, But I'm cold, even so. It's spring, And summer waits to embrace, But nothing is the same Without you here. No sparkling eyes laughing at my jokes. No smile …
The Strongest House
When you want to run away, But you don't, Because you know when you get Wherever it is you are going, You will still be there, That is when you are growing. When you look around And evaluate the actions of others Without allowing emotion, Need, Or desperation To cloud your vision, That is when …
Stormy Weather
When I was young, maybe 18, I stood on top of a hill in Manchester, MI, and watched a summer storm come in. I stood in the rain and wind until my aunt made me come into the house for threat of lightning. It was thrilling and scary. I felt so small And so ALIVE. …
Win their heart.
When I compare the woman I am today with the woman I was when I was young, I grieve. Young me was downright mean at times. I'm sorry for those days. Life has a way of teaching us what matters. Who matters. You sit on the couch, involved in a heated argument, and your mouth …
River
The sunrise was soft this morning, providing a gentle light that didn't hurt the eyes as one drove toward the east. I generally take the road that allows my car to move in curvy swervey patterns since it follows the shoreline of the river. It's a peaceful commute that changes visually with every season and …
Feather Your Nest
"FEATHER YOUR NEST" Words I saw painted on an outside wall of a store in Dundee, MI. I thought about the words. A gentle command to turn your house into a cozy place. Not a showcase. Not a gigantic window display. But a home. So many thoughts filled my mind as I drove down country …
Root Them Out
Today's thoughts. I face painted a twin boy, once, whose twin had died. He was four or five. His mother told me in whispers that the brother died as a result of blunt force trauma to the head. His father in prison. He hit the child too hard in anger. It is difficult to convey …
To The Man Who Loved Me To Christ
To the man who spoke to me about Jesus when I was so skeptical. The man who told me to read the book of John first. The man who sent me the handwritten letter witnessing to me. The man who was standing behind me, whose face I saw when I stood up from the altar …
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