Those laughing moments
Well today just got a lot more laughable. My ankle gave out and I am stuck with an ice bag over the sight. Mass swelling and I am just laughing. The idea of whether today was anything but joyful is asked to myself as the snap went on.
Yet I am going to miss my meeting but I think Jehovah understands. So more meditation and thanksgiving of his answers.
As for the day going as I planned, well plans change and laughter roars throughout the spirit. Definitely a win win.
I sit here with tears of joy falling down my face and new plans being set. Loosely of course.
Down to finishing a new, older book. Then time to do my personal study in Micah. The mind is calm and my spirit still sings a smile across pale, chapped lips.
How can I see this as a bad event when so much love is involved? Just sitting here with hope praising high.
Then the soul can be repaired and the spirit can race against the wars with strength.
This is how I have to look at life today. Disappointment holds a knife over me but I can't let the wound be severe. I need to look passed it and be grateful.
I know what I believe but you must understand I find there is a reason for everything. Not in the sense of science and technology but it, sometimes, does have a play in things. Though I see the choices we make either help us understand or help us grow. Always something I have known.
With that being said this turn has shown me that I am still weak in many aspects of my life. Including that of my spiritual part. Yet I have also, still raging in my mind, the words of brothers from my other hall stating if you are sick, stay home. Do not be foolish and try to prove something.
And yet the dig inside of me says I need to have the food. So clearly it hurts that I cannot be there. Yet when I am healed the feet will go back up the stairs and I will enter the hall again.
And each day from then on Jehovah continues to guide me.
With all that is going on around me, the last few months continue to fade and no hostility holds claim to any fiber of my being. Every new turn is me being thankful I gained another day here. Trying to get back to Jehovah's favor. And that I will continue to do until my dying breath.
So smile with me. Read your watchtower, associate with your friends and family and go make new friends. Be you. For that is the best treasure someone can find. The real you.
As I did. Passed the dark alleys and the uncovered oddities I still found pieces of joy in you. I hope others do.
And here I exhale feeling the ice melt on my ankle. Heat and time heals. Love and faith heals. Then we grow. Friends and family.
Be kind. Encourage. Empower. Give all forms of love. Even to those you find yourself battling because you'd be surprised at just how much they support you.
Indeed.
Yet I am going to miss my meeting but I think Jehovah understands. So more meditation and thanksgiving of his answers.
As for the day going as I planned, well plans change and laughter roars throughout the spirit. Definitely a win win.
I sit here with tears of joy falling down my face and new plans being set. Loosely of course.
Down to finishing a new, older book. Then time to do my personal study in Micah. The mind is calm and my spirit still sings a smile across pale, chapped lips.
How can I see this as a bad event when so much love is involved? Just sitting here with hope praising high.
Then the soul can be repaired and the spirit can race against the wars with strength.
This is how I have to look at life today. Disappointment holds a knife over me but I can't let the wound be severe. I need to look passed it and be grateful.
I know what I believe but you must understand I find there is a reason for everything. Not in the sense of science and technology but it, sometimes, does have a play in things. Though I see the choices we make either help us understand or help us grow. Always something I have known.
With that being said this turn has shown me that I am still weak in many aspects of my life. Including that of my spiritual part. Yet I have also, still raging in my mind, the words of brothers from my other hall stating if you are sick, stay home. Do not be foolish and try to prove something.
And yet the dig inside of me says I need to have the food. So clearly it hurts that I cannot be there. Yet when I am healed the feet will go back up the stairs and I will enter the hall again.
And each day from then on Jehovah continues to guide me.
With all that is going on around me, the last few months continue to fade and no hostility holds claim to any fiber of my being. Every new turn is me being thankful I gained another day here. Trying to get back to Jehovah's favor. And that I will continue to do until my dying breath.
So smile with me. Read your watchtower, associate with your friends and family and go make new friends. Be you. For that is the best treasure someone can find. The real you.
As I did. Passed the dark alleys and the uncovered oddities I still found pieces of joy in you. I hope others do.
And here I exhale feeling the ice melt on my ankle. Heat and time heals. Love and faith heals. Then we grow. Friends and family.
Be kind. Encourage. Empower. Give all forms of love. Even to those you find yourself battling because you'd be surprised at just how much they support you.
Indeed.
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