Seems a lot of people live their lives in pursuit of " happiness " and compromise anything and everything to attain it. … I'd argue that happiness is a strange goal to have..that Joy is the prize I crave. Happiness by definition is dependent on situations. While Joy is Joyful despite the storms. I've learned … Continue reading The pursuit of happiness -part 2
Photo by lalesh aldarwish on Pexels.com Wordless sermons are the loudest, the weight of their silent impact reverberating long after the echoes of the preacher's voice leave the air. It's an old adage that says actions speak louder than words .. after all, what good is empty sentiment, hollow accolades are just that, hollow. Worth … Continue reading Wordless Sermons
I had a voice...we are all born with one. My prayers had authority. Now not so much. I struggle for words a fair bit... Why has the power gone from my lips when I used to swing king-hits with words that swung like sword blows and carved a way for light to penetrate and send … Continue reading Shy
Photo by Arun Thomas on Pexels.com "I forgive you" ... The words spat out like venom last night..causing the weight of them to fall flat... The call caught me off guard and adrenaline kicked in. Mumma bear in full flight, please understand... It's not personal, but I'll fight for peace... You can't know the walk … Continue reading A.
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com A season of transition, even the the air holds tension. Expectation masquerading as apprehension riding in on the tail of the spring breeze. Clarity of vision for tomorrow is what I crave . In my dreams I've seen a different way. Life is blissfully misfitting, joyful yet lacking and fraction … Continue reading Transitions
Phone calls come unbeckoned. Same trigger, same lines, same tears, same audible ache , same half spoken regrets... Followed by the same empty promises that vanish as quickly as the air it took to speak them. You were always false hope. Always heart ache. After all these years the silence still speaks more honestly than … Continue reading Breath.
Anniversary of a different kind …
It's been a year since our home sold and we sprinted headlong from the edge of logic and reason in search of a truer tomorrow. Shaking the entanglements like dust from our feet … throwing our rights to the wind trusting in heavens hands to catch us as we fell …. Blind faith in those … Continue reading Anniversary of a different kind …
Freedoms story .
He saves us in a thousand ways, and we can't know them all.Why do we expect freedom to be easy, look beautiful?It's a kind of holy wretchedness that is the beginning of his love story... Freedom is found at the foot of crucifixion...spilt out running down across the hardened earth as the sun hid her … Continue reading Freedoms story .
Strange space to find myself after all we've walked ... find my feet touch ground in familiar yet uncharted territory . The girl I used to be would have fit this space in a much more tidy manner ..., but all that looked neat and pruned has long been lost to the wilderness wandering ....yet … Continue reading Disconnect.
Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging