Beauty of woven fresh air

      Well paved streets are padded with light feet.
Softly the wind brings chills upon the leaves causing
a tremor to expel from them.

       Oh how gentle the love is of Jehovah. The pullings
of copper strands. Upright is the kisses falling upon
my head, over my eyes. The awakening of my spirit.
Soaring and dancing lively for the joy freed.

      Seated here just absorbing the smiles that are
settling inside and upon me. The shedding of all that
weight. So strong Jehovah held me, showing me that
I will prevail from all that is falling. At first, I did not
want to allow the trial to be faced but it was just the
protection of what was to emerge. One war that
was attempting to break my spirit.

    Ah Jehovah can pull us when we need more than
friends or when we have none available to help us
in times of need. Ah in my case I am stubborn in
asking for help or even I wait before I can no longer
handle it - then ask. Yes it is one of my imperfections
that Jehovah and I work daily on.

   Still I did not know who to turn to but Jehovah.
Everyone else seemed too busy or annoyed by my
presence. I did what I knew was right. Turning over
all my issues to Jehovah and slowly watching as they
were smoothed out.

   Now a bouncy, carefree woman stands staring into
a mirror. Steam poured upon the paleness. Words
that echo in my head say thanks to Jehovah.

   Watching as the baby blues go from matted to
glossy. Such radiance Jehovah can give us if only
we ask,if we seek for him. Why I hold out sometimes
is unknown to me. Causes me great stress and pain
too. So why torture myself?

   Ah another lesson I am learning from Jehovah. Not
just the patience of others but the patience with
myself. Often times I get so caught up in the kindness
to others that I forget about myself. Yes I know it is
okay to spoil myself every once in a while.

   Still I have yet to do that.

   One day I am going to buy something somewhere
and just deal with it. There is a strand of rings I want
to purchase so badly but I hesitate because of
other's thoughts. Oh why? The beauty in the
creation just makes me feel even more unique, more
quirky. Is that wrong?

  So beautifully crafted that, yes, one day I will be
able to make one but to have it decorating my wrist
now will be more inspiring. Aluminum woven in
my favorite color of turqouise inside a basket and
it costs all of eleven dollars. Just such a
breathtaking piece. Yet I wait while I learn the skill.

   Oh dear me. Tears pull at the corners of almond
shaped blue eyes. Ah I must now hurry to prepare
for secular work. Anything to draw water from my
freckled face. I need no splotchy moments today
and definitely no burning eyes.

  So deary enjoy the beauty of your talents that
Jehovah has given you. Indeed a breath of fresh air.