Layers of a dusty memory

        The words that I thought were gone have come back in
great multitudes. The choking of thoughts drain down my
throat. Holding clearly a necessity of pressure.

        Here I open up my window and exhale. Hoping the
one phrase exits and a new layer is unfolded. Ah a grand
scene to mark. Explaining in levels of my own personal
experiences.

       Such beauty inside a sweetened breath. A hope of
overwhelming joy that just echoes deep inside my spirit.
Words that crave air and laughter that demands form.

        Oh tickled by the way all necessity seems fickle and
the tiniest of hopes seem extravagant against them. A fight
worth pursuing because Jehovah is being pleased. To just
be able to feel the confidence in Jehovah build stronger when
I pursue the hope, the dream pushed so far back. Ah I
am grateful I still have a thread attached to that hope,
the memory of that dream.

        How I dance as I recall the first time I placed this
dream, this goal into the open. So long ago that life seemed
to trump, try to trample out all that joy. So much has been
hidden for decades. Yet Jehovah saw, drawing out the
hope, the dream.

      Oh the tears of joy fall freely as I am now pursuing
the dusty but not forgotten dreams, hopes and goals. Once
I was a child, now I am a sibling. Such rejoicing will be
seen. The uncertainty will fall from the clouded
veil and the love will pour from the radiance that Jehovah is
giving me.

     Can you feel it too? The pursuits of dreams are
exploding. The expressions of who I am are being noticed
and the warm love Jehovah is giving is bounding, blending
throughout my spirit. Oh my dear friend, yes, I know my
tears of joy may bring more migraines but I must see
through this pain because before me are the memories
of a childhood dream. Unfolding the faded paper, I view
the handwriting of jibberish. Clearly though is the picture
drawn.

      The tears that overwhelm me are profound. Ah so
well indeed are the levels of Jehovah memory because he
drew me back to the memory of a childhood hope to be closer
to my Father. Ah yes the expansion of the kindness Jehovah
has given me for my silliness, my errors now to understand
one piece of the majestic puzzle. How can I not feel
profound love for my Father, Jehovah?

     So yes I quiver as one more step opens to dreams, the
hopes of soft childhood memories. Once spoken in a childish
voice now remarkably strong in a woman's. All hope, all
dreams, all goals that are righteous will be possible
through pursuing, drawing closer to my Father, Jehovah.

      I smile as the baby blues sparkle changing to a deep
grayish blue. Ah yes Jehovah I love your powerful ways.
I do love the way you, oh Jehovah, are able to find your
lost sheep. Ever grateful that you found me.

        So dear friend, Jehovah used you to draw me. Indeed
still uses you in helping siblings. So be grateful of Jehovah's
love for all his children.

       I smile for the memory given from distances buried
deep in the folds of my mind. Ah to recall the prayer of
a child and to bring strength to a grown woman, I am
amazed by the multitude of Jehovah's qualities. So if you
see tears or a splotchy face just recall a moment when
Jehovah helped you reclaim and achieve a lost dream of
hope. Then you may have a glimpse of understanding
of the joy sitting inside my spirit today.