Cozy smiles
The night was here. All the scents that were raised alerted us that the time was to become cozy and warm within each other. The roar of the midnight blue sky, the chuckles deepening within us and the images displayed as a sitcom on a colored flat screen. Pixelated.
Oh how the quaking was beginning within me. Knowing that sleepiness will beg my yawns and settle my mind. A notion, a hope to close up and shut down. All noises ceased. Only thing heard were the wind against the window and my breath as I walked down the hall.
Indeed, once, I remember there was an "us" moment but not now. Thunder rolls under the pale freckled skin, deep inside my lungs.
Daring me to be leading the darkened room with heavy lids. Only to know many days I have held four precious hours of slumber. I cannot blame anyone but my mind.
Not concern or weights of a burden, by far no. I am so caught up in my dreams, writing them down with such fire that I have too much energy to just lay my head down.
As the winding down of where letters and notes cease I say my prayers and lean into the hope of love and casual dreaming. Not to pull memories from my mind.
Though when I awakened this morning I felt as though I struggled and battled against such a raging opponent. My arms were stone. My legs were liquid fire. My mind still playing out all that my eyes reeled in behind closed purple lids.
And even still I am waging war against the pounding migraine, I have much to do today.
Pulling myself up I gather my strength, given to me by Jehovah and I proceed through the early morning. Only to recognize it was such a task to take my shower.
I curled back into my tiny ball. Resting until the migraine was tolerable. Life and determination make me forget the pounding.
I daresay it is time the viewed movies played in my mind are real. Yet today they don't matter. Today, as much as the night follows soon a light holds my eyes ringing blues.
I still am here for experiences. I am still grateful for my morning wake up. I am still thankful that today is another day I get to learn.
One day the coolness will come back. The roaring of a deep chuckle will finally explode into this wide eyed smile. Yet today it is only a smirk.
Yes I smile even on my worst days. For I know I have come far and can still endure. This is the gift Jehovah gives us each day.
And that is what makes us recognize our spiritual need. Bringing happiness to us all.
So don't just read the bible like a book but discuss all parts of it with your heart AND mind. Even take notes for you will be surprised just how loving Jehovah is with his gifts.
Hmm. My gratitude doesn't stop on the blessings, nor on the trials but it goes further onto those who hate or persecute me or even become jealous of me. That is not egotism that is joy.
And today I am grateful for opening my eyes today, this rough morning and breathing.
Oh how the quaking was beginning within me. Knowing that sleepiness will beg my yawns and settle my mind. A notion, a hope to close up and shut down. All noises ceased. Only thing heard were the wind against the window and my breath as I walked down the hall.
Indeed, once, I remember there was an "us" moment but not now. Thunder rolls under the pale freckled skin, deep inside my lungs.
Daring me to be leading the darkened room with heavy lids. Only to know many days I have held four precious hours of slumber. I cannot blame anyone but my mind.
Not concern or weights of a burden, by far no. I am so caught up in my dreams, writing them down with such fire that I have too much energy to just lay my head down.
As the winding down of where letters and notes cease I say my prayers and lean into the hope of love and casual dreaming. Not to pull memories from my mind.
Though when I awakened this morning I felt as though I struggled and battled against such a raging opponent. My arms were stone. My legs were liquid fire. My mind still playing out all that my eyes reeled in behind closed purple lids.
And even still I am waging war against the pounding migraine, I have much to do today.
Pulling myself up I gather my strength, given to me by Jehovah and I proceed through the early morning. Only to recognize it was such a task to take my shower.
I curled back into my tiny ball. Resting until the migraine was tolerable. Life and determination make me forget the pounding.
I daresay it is time the viewed movies played in my mind are real. Yet today they don't matter. Today, as much as the night follows soon a light holds my eyes ringing blues.
I still am here for experiences. I am still grateful for my morning wake up. I am still thankful that today is another day I get to learn.
One day the coolness will come back. The roaring of a deep chuckle will finally explode into this wide eyed smile. Yet today it is only a smirk.
Yes I smile even on my worst days. For I know I have come far and can still endure. This is the gift Jehovah gives us each day.
And that is what makes us recognize our spiritual need. Bringing happiness to us all.
So don't just read the bible like a book but discuss all parts of it with your heart AND mind. Even take notes for you will be surprised just how loving Jehovah is with his gifts.
Hmm. My gratitude doesn't stop on the blessings, nor on the trials but it goes further onto those who hate or persecute me or even become jealous of me. That is not egotism that is joy.
And today I am grateful for opening my eyes today, this rough morning and breathing.
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