The level of sunlight raises up then down in the hallway beyond my bed
Like a child playing with a dimmer switch, how I know where these thoughts have led!
How can I get up and face the world one more, yes one more day?
When so much suffering met me here or there, no matter where the level of light has shone along the way?
Still one cannot judge the next moment based upon the past…
You just cannot predict when joy, when peace, when hope will come at last?
Simmer down inner child and let the sovereignty of your Lord speak.
You must remember how He delivered you in the past when you were so weak.
Your fears, your toils were measured by My drops of blood while I hung on that cross
I saw, I see, I weep, and I am always right there when you feel lost.
Hitch your heart to Mine choosing faith that freedom will come in due time
Watch for My answers, My leadings, My deliverance some now, some beyond a simple rhyme.
There is hope. There is more. There is a heaven, I promise as I know you have seen.
Walk towards My light dear one: what’s coming is greater than what has been . . .
In time the beatings diminish
And you catch your breath to finish
The week that held too much, oh dear
Gave way to Friday and better news to hear.
Things moved forward: medical tests and even some healing
Living more in the facts by golly with less in the “fearful feelings.”
I might even go out soon: making plans for the days ahead Lord willing
Better get the pup. It’s time for a ride to pick up the bacon, the drugs, the groceries: excuses good enough to put off another day the cleaning!
May the Lord bless your weekend, Gentle Reader. JJ
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Have an amazing weekend, filled with hope and beautiful memories.
Will try! Thank you for stopping by lady. So kind of you as the poet laureate extraordinaire in the blog world! Take care, :JJ
I cannot tell you how your kind comment touched me. Thank you for that incredible gift. Huge hugs and smiles.