A fern dances

I just live how this one fern dances when someone's air conditioner turns on.  The lift and the lightness of a wave.

A bit of softness in my heart echoes and the memory of hugs decorate my mind. Indeed a smile finds my pale lips.

The birds now starting a stronger conversation as the slated grays turn in to cornflower skies.

No breeze whispers to the leaves but it kisses my bare legs. A tiny good morning walks into the daylight and I find myself chuckling to see if hopes win out.

I am beautiful.  I am me. Even though now I cry, I cry in joy and calmness.

The tickles of pins in my feet because I don't want to remove, reposition myself. Like a child I hold deep the prayers and all the answers holding inside of me.

I deeply inhale as the need to be equally pressed put into this world. Yes I hope. I pray. I smile.

I realize I am not gorgeous and I stumble to my face quite a lot. Yet I understand now, what Jehovah has been saying all along, that I am his beautiful child. That makes me special and loved.

Yes that has to be the best answer to a perfectionist's goal achieved. My goals are attainable, Jehovah shows me.

Such wonder and joy overflows inside of me. Hiding no more, I laugh silently as birds dance in front of me.

Thank you Jehovah for waking me this morning.