A hope, a prayer in my thoughts, my memories

I hoped for one more breath. I hoped for a day full
of colorful bursts of light. I hoped for a day given
to grand adventures. I hoped for a day of grateful
giving and forgiving.

I prayed for the lines of worry to be erased from my
face. I prayed for quiet days of work. I prayed for a
smile from anyone, everywhere. I prayed for all my
hopes, dreams to find a home inside my memories.
I prayed for one more talk inside a hushed
environment. I prayed for all of you.

In my dreams I spoke to all. In my dreams I carried
so close all. In my dreams I held on tight to all the
wonders. In my dreams I cried. In my dreams I
laughed. In my dreams I hoped for my prayers to
be answered.

My thoughts tickle my memories from closed doors.
My thoughts wrap tightly words on torn parchment.
My thoughts hold onto moments of happiness. My
thoughts quake my soul down to my spirit.

My memories are deep. Some so far dug inside that
they hurt to recall. Closed files I pray they stay, just
one more day.

My spirit soars with happiness. My dreams, my
hopes will come true if only I believe, first, in
Jehovah. All else will just slip right into place
afterwards. Each day I move forward, is one more
piece of the puzzle I get to hold, breathe.

How grand Jehovah is when you believe and
trust in him.

Still I do get nervous. Sometimes, even anxious.
Oh yes, I worry but soon thereafter I realize I am
to these points I pray. Asking Jehovah for help,
support and no surprise, he already knew. Giving me
a song, a lesson or a friend to draw me closer to him.
So grateful he knows me so well.

I am so grateful he found me. No more am I
wandering lost in the world outside. I am here, inside,
with the rest of his people. Sitting at his table.
Helping, learning, applying and slowly teaching.

So if you see me: smile, wave, nod or give hugs for
I am so glad you are my family.