Holding tight to questions

          Standing outside after making the batter for
my crepes listening to "Good Enough" and feeling
the comfort of a cool morning breeze. The waiting
begins. Two hours crepe batter has to sit, coffee in
progress.

         Enjoying the brightness of the moon. Hmm
the melody of good enough is uplifting me. My
favorite part is where it is sung waiting for the rain to
fall.

        Yes the song sounds depressing but I have
taken the words in the most positive way. I listen
to it as I say my silent prayer to Jehovah. Questions
placed to Jehovah. So next time you hear it think
of asking Jehovah and yourself the questions inside
the lyrics.

        Hmm hot, dark, strong Honduras coffee. Smooth,
low acid and flighty sweetness. Perfect to go with
crepes, yes?

        The light outside is getting lighter and lighter.
Soon the dawn will be waking some. Standing here
intaking the beauty between cream blinds. Copper
strands loosened and bouncing.

        Oh my, thank you Jehovah for this glorious
morning. Thank you for my breath. One more day
to say I am here to learn.

         So dear friend, grab your loved ones and hold,
squeeze tight for a tender hug. No reasons. Just
hold. Whispering how much you adore them in this
day.

        I know I am in my memories and thoughts.
Thanking and loving Jehovah. One step more. I keep
pushing.

      I hope to smile today even a half smirk. Holding
onto my hopes, my dreams.