Beauty in an uplifted shove

                Beauty fell over top of me. Engulfed my
senses as a tiny giggle erupted. Ah the softness of a
memory created. One more pulling tight of a smile over
pale rosy lips.

               Finding myself with such need to give thanks
to my wonderfully, creative Father, Jehovah for the
breath of calm. Walking, absorbing and all in silence.
Just listening to the world as it finds a voice.

              So sure I am of my place today. So much I
have been given. So clean is the joy and happiness as
I find myself skipping over puddles. Small leftovers
of the previous day's storms. So open my brilliant slate
eyes are to the moisture remaining. Everything is so
breathtaking yet so simple.

             Ah such a grateful child I am to gain this
experience, this adventure. Now collected into a gentle
memory. Folded over, tucked away into a spring
linen handkerchief. Such a peaceful bounce finds my
spirit as the air tickles my neck. Ah lifting the few
random, escaping copper coils. I blink and brazenly
smirk. Such a loving way to warm my spirit and embrace
my soul in a sincere hug.

            Oh how I craved the words to uplift me. Not
realizing that Jehovah was pushing me. Here I found
peace, here I found myself drawing closer and closer
to my Father, Jehovah. Such graciousness in him for
opening me. Pressing his daughter to embrace the
beauty of his creations. So simple the views may seem
to some but for me: the touching of the flowers, the
breeze upon my face and even when the chill bore
through layers of clothes I still felt Jehovah's love
shining upon me. Oh how I gave thanks then. Now, even
I spend time recalling, glancing over the memory
given.

              Ah the building of wonderful, inspiring event.
The calmness inside the chaotic world. Sometimes just
taking that walk, to speak to Jehovah, was just that
~ all~ was needed. So special, so loved I am to my
Father and surprisingly more so to the unexpected
sibling. Oh thank you Jehovah.