Choose
A new beginning starts right now. The way that the day can be. Should be. WILL BE. And the mind is focused that nothing will stop the goodness of the spirit. Soaring. Reaching for those dreams. Here and there stopping the moment just for a smile and laughter.
Indeed that is how every morning is.
Unload all that was heavy into the dreams of the night. Sail away from the burdens and such in the prayers you give to God. Open up your mind just enough to pull out all that may be beginning to stress you out.
Then the morning light spraying into your room, may it decorate the face. Holding the eyes to the brightened morn. Even though some days the clouds hide the sunlight still seek the light. Cling to the day and search for the good in everything.
Lean into the knowledge that you cannot control what happens in a day but you have your choices. So go knowing whatever you chose the way will be as good as the choice you make. Yet never forget that no matter what the day can hold all splendor.
Reaching for that that one glimmer of hope. Never really reaching for the negative but sometimes it comes a knocking. Yet there are moments when I don't even look at it.I see around it. Hoping that just over the next bend is the sweetness of lighted stones.
Perhaps that is where the dreamer inside of me explores. The exact leaning of hope and strong belief that there is joy inside the darkness. Not that being in the dark and misery is comforting. It is more of the fact that just around the corner from all that falls is a new break in the day.
Every day I leap just to know if I get snagged by turbulence I still will have the unbound joy pressing through the roughness. I cannot ask anyone to understand this level of me. Nor do I ask that you follow me. Because I am not a leader yet nor am I a follower in the aspect of going off the cliff when everyone else does.
I rather be that one lonely person standing on the cliffs edge wondering why everyone had to follow when if you look down the row of trees you can see a pathway down to the shoreline. Perhaps I am a overthinking female. Yet why not search for the alternative way to be safe and joyous?
And still there is so much of a day that you can be a follower. Still after so long sometimes you have to go in slow motion to be yourself. That daring part that strikes a bolt of lightning. An instance where only you notice all needs to halt.
The supreme need of just being unique. Not letting others hold you down, hold you out of the picture nor letting them rape you of who you have to be to stand up. Sometimes being that only one defending yourself is all it takes for God to see just how special you are.
Indeed. Sometimes the box gets wet and shrinks so much that you don't fit anymore. And the idea of stepping outside or just finding a way to make it fit is the choices left. What do you choose?
I chose to be me. I couldn't stop the shrinkage in the cardboard but I could help make myself stronger and just me. With Jehovah's help I became more than the discarded shell, cardboard. I only soar because of Jehovah's love for me. Understanding where I am, who I am.
So sure there have been some rather dark times I have overcome in these last few months but I know I can survive because I have done it before. Nothing outshines the belief and love I have for Jehovah. Nothing. Yet people can do great harm. I am in the protective shield. I have experienced all along.
And now as a grown woman I seek for that child I never really got to be. Not to do childish acts but to laugh, to smile, to have lots of fun within reason. Just to find out who I am now, exploring the way I was supposed to be before people decided to dissect my life.
Indeed this is my glimmer of hope and light, beyond all that darkness I was in. I lean forward for the the eyes to be wiped clean. Holding myself tightly I walk tall. Knowing I will find the hope. I will be alone but not lonely. I will be unique and beautiful. Because I chose to seek the light and lean into the reality of love, life and hope.
That is only me. I don't hold the key for you. That you must decide.
Be yourself in the crowds of bleak darkening skies.
Indeed that is how every morning is.
Unload all that was heavy into the dreams of the night. Sail away from the burdens and such in the prayers you give to God. Open up your mind just enough to pull out all that may be beginning to stress you out.
Then the morning light spraying into your room, may it decorate the face. Holding the eyes to the brightened morn. Even though some days the clouds hide the sunlight still seek the light. Cling to the day and search for the good in everything.
Lean into the knowledge that you cannot control what happens in a day but you have your choices. So go knowing whatever you chose the way will be as good as the choice you make. Yet never forget that no matter what the day can hold all splendor.
Reaching for that that one glimmer of hope. Never really reaching for the negative but sometimes it comes a knocking. Yet there are moments when I don't even look at it.I see around it. Hoping that just over the next bend is the sweetness of lighted stones.
Perhaps that is where the dreamer inside of me explores. The exact leaning of hope and strong belief that there is joy inside the darkness. Not that being in the dark and misery is comforting. It is more of the fact that just around the corner from all that falls is a new break in the day.
Every day I leap just to know if I get snagged by turbulence I still will have the unbound joy pressing through the roughness. I cannot ask anyone to understand this level of me. Nor do I ask that you follow me. Because I am not a leader yet nor am I a follower in the aspect of going off the cliff when everyone else does.
I rather be that one lonely person standing on the cliffs edge wondering why everyone had to follow when if you look down the row of trees you can see a pathway down to the shoreline. Perhaps I am a overthinking female. Yet why not search for the alternative way to be safe and joyous?
And still there is so much of a day that you can be a follower. Still after so long sometimes you have to go in slow motion to be yourself. That daring part that strikes a bolt of lightning. An instance where only you notice all needs to halt.
The supreme need of just being unique. Not letting others hold you down, hold you out of the picture nor letting them rape you of who you have to be to stand up. Sometimes being that only one defending yourself is all it takes for God to see just how special you are.
Indeed. Sometimes the box gets wet and shrinks so much that you don't fit anymore. And the idea of stepping outside or just finding a way to make it fit is the choices left. What do you choose?
I chose to be me. I couldn't stop the shrinkage in the cardboard but I could help make myself stronger and just me. With Jehovah's help I became more than the discarded shell, cardboard. I only soar because of Jehovah's love for me. Understanding where I am, who I am.
So sure there have been some rather dark times I have overcome in these last few months but I know I can survive because I have done it before. Nothing outshines the belief and love I have for Jehovah. Nothing. Yet people can do great harm. I am in the protective shield. I have experienced all along.
And now as a grown woman I seek for that child I never really got to be. Not to do childish acts but to laugh, to smile, to have lots of fun within reason. Just to find out who I am now, exploring the way I was supposed to be before people decided to dissect my life.
Indeed this is my glimmer of hope and light, beyond all that darkness I was in. I lean forward for the the eyes to be wiped clean. Holding myself tightly I walk tall. Knowing I will find the hope. I will be alone but not lonely. I will be unique and beautiful. Because I chose to seek the light and lean into the reality of love, life and hope.
That is only me. I don't hold the key for you. That you must decide.
Be yourself in the crowds of bleak darkening skies.
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