Cotton strength

Words that I cannot express trickle down into my spirit.
Slowly the soul coughs and here I sit on the edge of
my seat. Hoping. Thanking. Laughing.

One sentence I want to shout but I hold within. I know
not who exactly gives these little treasures but I
enjoyed seeing them dancing upon the pavement,
glistening in the sunlight this morning. Two of my
favorite colors seated in a trio each. Awaiting for
the eyes to behold and the fingers to caress.

One smile. One look of joy. Oh how that thought of me
pressed my long day to a faster close. Each one I
made stand for an hour of work. I was so grateful when
the workday concluded.

Looking over at my craft table, I did find something
to dabble in and even incorporated one red piece.
Every piece I create is a new beginning. Each step is
a start of a grand adventure. One that I am grateful
you chose to make with me.

Ah so now here are the words that were lost down in
my throat, my spirit. Soothing each angled line over
my tongue. To finally be voiced until the fingers roll
nicely over parchment. Hmm how good the textures
sound beneath palm and wrist. So silly. I giggle.

Hmm drifting from sofa to table. So many thoughts are
rummaging through my mind. Hard to contain myself
in one creative area. Yet, still I must. Ha! Laugh with
me.

Here I am pretending to stay stationary. I try my best
to sit still to allow my soul and my coppery,
cinnamon strands to dry. Ah how nice it is to be left
here, alone, in a room without being assaulted with
toxins. Hmm ever so soft the breathing becomes and
the verses swirl inside my mind. Here I go entering
into a peaceful calm moment. I react ever so
spontaneous. Opening the door just once to feel the
cold wind upon paleness. Hmm yes daring, risky but
worth every minute to smile widely.

Walking down the hallway, feeling the adrenaline
rushing. Every bit of freckled paleness covered in
goose bumps. Softly I giggle once more at a memory
of long ago. A smile stays on my face. Down goes
the wintery white lace cotton over soul, swooshing
around ankles. Such girly attire but to know how
amazing I feel. How radiant and breathtakingly
beautiful I beam from within. This is just as Jehovah
wants me to feel, right?

So all who are listening, reading enjoy your evening.
Please keep on smiling because I know I am. Sleep
tight and remember how unique I am.

Hmm sighs escape me as I sit myself back down on
red chenile cushions. Rereading the chapters in Mark.
Going back over the areas I find interesting. Then
onto my favorite book in the Bible: Esther.

Follow me as I read of this encouraging young woman.
Entertain your mind of her love, the kindness and
the strength she had.

One day, you should ask why she is my favorite. Why
I love her story so much. Just ask and I will explain.