Hops of a distant jig, tomorrow

      A placing of little hopes. Spreading wide to catch the
happy bounces of giggles. Shh if you listen carefully you
too can hear the echoes of pure joy vibrating throughout
the wind.

      Oh did you hear it? Can you feel the simplicity of a
smile in the radiance of the glowing summer heat? Can you?
Can you?

      So silly I am as the tiniest of hopes are answered
before me. Ah Jehovah does display the kindness and
love everywhere. Ah pulling an answer through the thickest
of minds.

     Shh. Listen. Hear the rolls of laughter pour from my
rosy lips. Feel the joy that shines. Describe for me the
sights for I would like to know if it as glorious as I am
experiencing it.

     Oh now a calming balm comes. A hope spreads open
a dream. Soon the words will play themselves clearly. Ah
the holding of a memory. The makings and the depth of
meaning behind. Indeed Jehovah has given sight to those
who were blindfolded. Still who understands but him.

     No more dancing a jig. For now the murmurs are of
friends, family who are helping me grow. One by one the
steps begin in this journey. The newest lessons are undergoing.
Hmm here is a hello to all taking newer steps.

     Come join in the joy I am displaying. For who knows
but Jehovah, the intricacies of the woven friendships
built. I offer my hand to anyone who wants to listen.
Bringing my Bible to help encourage any motion we make.

    Listen. Yes listen to the words spoken, inspired by
Jehovah. I implore you to look, to read and to apply.
Will you?

      A sigh is exhaled and the nightlight rolls over the
warmth of the day. Sitting here in preparation of many
inspiring displays of kindness, I plan for the busy
day ahead of me. Still I am grounded by remembering
today has yet to be completed.

   So my kindness is given. Do you want to take it?