When learning I breathe

       Tiny steps I take moving forward. The happiness
blows a breeze to comfort me. Ah ever grateful to the
kind reminders.

        Softly I tread. Quietly I whisper. Holding onto
a hope. My dream. My goal. I am not going to describe
it. Jehovah knows me, knows this beautiful daughter.
Hearing my thoughts, hearing my weight.

         Holding me tight Jehovah pushes me when I
need it. My voice carries when importance is there.
Jehovah knows this. To him I need to cling to. All I
know is Jehovah's words are what guides me.

         Yes mistakes, imperfections roll over and upon
us all. Still to cling to all I know is most important.
JEHOVAH IS TRUTH!

          All others that pull, tear at me trying to dislodge
my fingers, my soul, my spirit from Jehovah are going
to have to try harder. Jehovah gives me all I need. No
matter what the "need" is he knows his child, me,
very well. Why turn away from that?

        Do I fall, stumble? Yes. All the time but the getting
up and continuing is the key. Jehovah notes the
efforts.

        Does that only matter? No. Keep trying. Keep
applying. Keep meditating. Keep drawing Jehovah's
words deep within your spirit. The words in the
Bible, the teachings, the meetings all guide us.

        Once, as a child, I told my grandparents if
ever comes a time when I stop learning I hope I die.
Now that statement still rings true. I hope that the
day I stop learning is the day I fall asleep until
Jehovah awakens me once more.

      Still, now, I breathe. Jehovah gives me a set of
lungs full of air. Oh how the mind dances on gratitude.
Closing my eyes I nod to give thanks to Jehovah. The
thought of him hearing me, a breeze comes. Lifting
and chilling the aroma of lemons, musk melon and
vanilla. Swarming them around my senses.

     Ah Jehovah thank you. Thank you for leading
people towards me. Granting me the joy of friendships
in the most intricate ways.

     Ah how I smile as once again a touch of wind lifts
copper, pullin upon a rich coral skirt.

     Hmm. Warm is the kindness. Soft is the love
shown. Carefully place are the people.

      Yes I am happy dear friend. Are you?
Are you grateful that Jehovah finds us people to help
uplift, to guide and for us to give to?

         I am because Jehovah gave me you.