strength is there

God’s strength is mine if only I ask.

God’s hope is mine if only I ask.

God’s joy is mine if only I ask.

God’s peace is mine if only I ask.

Good things will come with effort!

Wisdom does not come without work.

Hope does not come without belief.

Joy does not come without choice.

Love does not come without giving.

Peace does not come without seeking.

Mercy does not come without asking.

Grace does not come without God.

wishful dreams

I want to stand on my mountain and see God.

I want to walk on my island and feel God.

I want to sit on my sundeck at dawn and know God.

I want to rest by my creek at Fernwood and believe God.

I want to have a warm cup of coffee and taste God.

I want to listen to a beautiful piece of music and hear God.

I want to smell my sweet Moonflowers and get a whiff of God.

she is an artist

She is an artist

through and through.

Watercolor flows

in her veins.

Her heart is a palette

of colorful emotions.

Her brain is a mélange

of creative thoughts and

confused ideas.

Her flesh is moldable clay.

Her hair is a salt and

pepper natural brush.

Her eyes are viewfinders

of beauty and design.

Her hands sculpt ideas onto

the pages of journals, sketchbooks,

and substrates available.

Her feet walk a path of

creative originality.

Her imagination extends

through every inch

of her body. Her life unfolds

on life canvas of inspiration

and resourcefulness.

She is an artist

through and through.

truth trumps doubt

Exposed

Vulnerable

Willing

God can heal the broken parts of my life.

Open

Accepting

Hopeful

God can fill the cracks in my soul.

Scared

Fearful

Lost

God can repair and replace the broken parts of my spirit.

Angry

Bitter

Resentful

God can renew the love in my heart.

seasonal healing

she tries to make it and life keeps slapping her down

The long shadows of autumn crawl across my floor.

The long night of worries creep across my soul.

The warm sun sinks into a cool western sky.

The chilly fears fade into my warm nervous heart.

The lively green leaves of summer drip from the trees in red and gold.

The drying tears of a broken woman fall onto the pages of her journal of truth.

(words on journal page)

lessons from a river

life's landscapes

Life is what we make it.

Life is what we think.

Life is what we know.

Life is choice.

Life is hope.

Life is release.

Life is what we do with it.

Labor Day thoughts

Catch them when you can,


life’s little respites or

fall prey to life’s little troubles.

Take breaks. That’s the real

lesson of Labor Day.

Celebrate the working force if you must

but allow yourself a breather.

Spare the labor and spoil the psyche

into thinking life isn’t so hard.

An easy breath is not such a difficult task.

A time apart is not such a bad thing.

Too many hours are a transgression

against your physical health.

Too many days without a vacation is an offense

to your mental condition.

Too many projects and

you just may lose yourself totally.

So work if you must but hold it to 5/8 if at all possible.

Do not exceed a max of 40.

Find your comfort and peace and soul.

watercolor rain disolves pain

sense of truth

emotional layers

climb to grace

greetings

and apologies to any followers remaining....i have so much trouble blogging on dial up and with recent program changes it often takes me hours and numerous refreshes to even do this little bit......

she pleads

Wash the bitterness from my soul.

Clean the crud from my spirit.

Remove the thorns from my heart.

Eliminate the anger from my mind.

Delete the doubts from my body.

Erase the malice from my life.

   

who is she

Her wish is to have time for beauty every day in every way.

Her dream is to have abundant joy and share it with her family.

Her desire is to have more understanding of mankind.

Her need is to have greater faith in God’s word.

Her hope is to have amazing grace in all life.

seeking

Balance of life.



Abundance of good, hope, faith, love, kindness, joy peace, gentleness, patience, and longsuffering.


Scarcity of bad, doubt, fear, hate, anger, hopelessness, turmoil, impatience, giving up.


Seeking an attitude of survival of the faithful.


Praying for a demeanor of peaceful protest.


Working for a life of certain gratitude.


Going the distance with trust and great expectations.


Trusting all things to God.


Giving up control I don’t have anyway, accepting blessings I do have and sharing. Enjoying what time I do have.


Becoming easy going and happy go lucky despite circumstances and knowing good enough is good enough!

sacrifices are costly

Plastic wreaths sit at the side of the road.


Mourners weep in Colorado.

A broken economy causes homelessness and hunger.

Health care is not affordable and people are living longer.

Grown-ups tell lies about each other in order to be in charge.

Slander, lies, and doubt create no confidence in possible recovery of a lost government.

Anger and frustrations eat people alive causing them to react in bad ways.

Fear and lack of faith make people sick, crazy and unheard.

Life is a conundrum of mixed metaphors and no one knows how to fix it.

Can the end of the world be far off?

Hopeful Cynic

Plastic wreaths sit at the side of the road.


Mourners weep in Colorado.

A broken economy causes homelessness and hunger.

Health care is not affordable and people are living longer.

Grown-ups tell lies about each other in order to be in charge.

Slander, lies, and doubt create no confidence in possible recovery of a lost government.

Anger and frustrations eat people alive causing them to react in bad ways.

Fear and lack of faith make people sick, crazy and unheard.

Life is a conundrum of mixed metaphors and no one knows how to fix it.

Can the end of the world be far off?

But….i then I write this….

Learn to look beyond the problem.

Learn to feel compassion.

Learn to let go of guilt.

Learn to live now.

Learn to allow God control.

Learn to give God the reins.

Learn to lean on God.

Learn to be a grown up.

Learn to trust.

Learn to not let the bad spoil all the good.

good and bad pull at our heart strings

Night falls. Thunder rumbles. Rain threatens.


‘Morrow is dreaded. Repetitive activity anticipated.

Frustration looms. Irritation waits to ambush.

Life is what it is. Life is what we make it.

Hope is lost in too much thinking.

Fear is found in too much fixating.

Anger is inevitable, not only at myself but those I permit to cause it.

These thoughts are never over.

They return as the day quietens and the mind tries to still.

The minute the body lies down the brain goes into overtime with obsessive thoughts.

Sleep doesn’t come and the next day I have no energy.

This is my life over and over.