On the dot
Six hours on the dot, boing my eyes pop open. Ever so grateful to my wake up but the rainy atmosphere is making me so sleepy.
So half under coverlet and half out of bed. The morning invites the need to have coffee on the patio. The cool touches of mist in the air.
The gentle brush of wind to chill and tickle my senses. I smile. Kindness and love warm me.
Yet I do not stand outside for long. Just to feel the breeze and the moisture. It is a calm morning. I intend to keep that momentum going.
Rushing the day will only drain the small amounts of energy I have. Pacing myself. One joy after another.
I read this morning's scripture and know that Jesus gave his life but the depth of his sacrifice and how it affects me, is something I need to grasp in my heart once more. That is my area I need to rekindle.
It is a process and I know one day it will hit me like a load of bricks. Thinking about how important it was to be his ambassadors. Though that this moment I understand the urgency but the want, the need to serve isn't there anymore.
Every step I take leads me back to Jehovah's table but the biggest roadblock inside of me is what the greatest gift of ransom means to me. I hope it reaches deeper the second time around. With it being more significant than before.
Ah such a wonderful meditation. Yet so much to be thankful for in this first hour of being awake. Then the amount of thoughts already stirring in my brain. Such a result of sighs. Intimate changes in my life I hope to soon apply. One step after another.
Then just when I think I am fully awake the beckon of the coverlet and dreams stare me down. Before I know it I am back under the covers, inside a warm cocoon making a mental list of must dos. Forgetting about the fresh brew dark roast coffee in the kitchen.
Indeed dreams and cuddling in a ball, much more inviting. Allowances of the thoughts to slip into a peace mode. Giving way for muscles to relax. Soon sleep overcomes and the soul is on its way to healing.
Mending the spirit in ways I cannot comprehend. A gentle stream of sunlight pulls my eyes up. And a long exhale hugs the dry air. Finally a complete calm settles in and love engulfs me.
My eyes flicker as I write. Pausing in spurts and then placing my words here. I say thank you for the new day. Then I hope the recovery of my health so I can enjoy the rest of the day.
A smile rests over my pale lips. Sinking into a slow rhythm of breathing. I must finish poem and turn to my side, curling into a ball and finding where I left off in this amazing dream.
Good morning friends. Sleep in. Be kind to yourself. Remember to surround your loved ones with actions of sincerity. Make sure to be truthful in all your deeds. For that is how being real to yourself surpasses all other trials.
And be thankful of the gift of waking. Opening your eyes to one more day to learn about Jehovah.
So half under coverlet and half out of bed. The morning invites the need to have coffee on the patio. The cool touches of mist in the air.
The gentle brush of wind to chill and tickle my senses. I smile. Kindness and love warm me.
Yet I do not stand outside for long. Just to feel the breeze and the moisture. It is a calm morning. I intend to keep that momentum going.
Rushing the day will only drain the small amounts of energy I have. Pacing myself. One joy after another.
I read this morning's scripture and know that Jesus gave his life but the depth of his sacrifice and how it affects me, is something I need to grasp in my heart once more. That is my area I need to rekindle.
It is a process and I know one day it will hit me like a load of bricks. Thinking about how important it was to be his ambassadors. Though that this moment I understand the urgency but the want, the need to serve isn't there anymore.
Every step I take leads me back to Jehovah's table but the biggest roadblock inside of me is what the greatest gift of ransom means to me. I hope it reaches deeper the second time around. With it being more significant than before.
Ah such a wonderful meditation. Yet so much to be thankful for in this first hour of being awake. Then the amount of thoughts already stirring in my brain. Such a result of sighs. Intimate changes in my life I hope to soon apply. One step after another.
Then just when I think I am fully awake the beckon of the coverlet and dreams stare me down. Before I know it I am back under the covers, inside a warm cocoon making a mental list of must dos. Forgetting about the fresh brew dark roast coffee in the kitchen.
Indeed dreams and cuddling in a ball, much more inviting. Allowances of the thoughts to slip into a peace mode. Giving way for muscles to relax. Soon sleep overcomes and the soul is on its way to healing.
Mending the spirit in ways I cannot comprehend. A gentle stream of sunlight pulls my eyes up. And a long exhale hugs the dry air. Finally a complete calm settles in and love engulfs me.
My eyes flicker as I write. Pausing in spurts and then placing my words here. I say thank you for the new day. Then I hope the recovery of my health so I can enjoy the rest of the day.
A smile rests over my pale lips. Sinking into a slow rhythm of breathing. I must finish poem and turn to my side, curling into a ball and finding where I left off in this amazing dream.
Good morning friends. Sleep in. Be kind to yourself. Remember to surround your loved ones with actions of sincerity. Make sure to be truthful in all your deeds. For that is how being real to yourself surpasses all other trials.
And be thankful of the gift of waking. Opening your eyes to one more day to learn about Jehovah.
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