Night fold
Startled by all that is played out before me. Just want the night to close and the new day to unfold. Clarity holds me here.
The aroma of baked pumpkin cheesecake floats around the house. The mind is calm but the heart races. Here I sit just looking at my bible. I spent a whole hour looking for the current book being studied.
After I found it I had to sit down and rest. My soul is tired but my spirit is still full of fire. I know that is only because Jehovah gives me the strength.
Else I do not know how I would stand on my feet in the rushes of energy. Currently just seated in wing back chair watching the subtitles of the Italian job. Not really watching the show, since I have it memorized.
Just allowing the baked goods to cool enough to be able to go into refrigerator so firmness can take hold. Gifts I will pass along to people.
I love to bake and give. Not out of compulsion but just out of pure joy. The gift I have been given is to give and to help people. And even in my worst days I use what energy I have to help those around me, to give you and cheer.
I won't ever stop being that way. And I am telling the next person who tries to be a part of my life MUST understand that. It's not a threat just a warning that I would give the shirt off my back and even the last bits of change to people. Just how I am.
And even thinking that someone would be offended by that, well I feel pity for them. Enough to walk away. Enough to say I am actually too different from them.
And even as I sit here smiling about it and thinking over my past where people didn't know how to deal with my giving to others. Just thankful that I understand, to an extent, why I give so much. That is all that matters.
And now the time is just mellow. As is the limbs and heart. Clearly just the small smirks and recollection of times gone, has smoothed over the bumps. Time and breathing have echoed this nonchalant mode.
And now I just soak in the laughter and quirky bits of a movie. Cranberry tea and a sugar cookie. Night had folded.
The aroma of baked pumpkin cheesecake floats around the house. The mind is calm but the heart races. Here I sit just looking at my bible. I spent a whole hour looking for the current book being studied.
After I found it I had to sit down and rest. My soul is tired but my spirit is still full of fire. I know that is only because Jehovah gives me the strength.
Else I do not know how I would stand on my feet in the rushes of energy. Currently just seated in wing back chair watching the subtitles of the Italian job. Not really watching the show, since I have it memorized.
Just allowing the baked goods to cool enough to be able to go into refrigerator so firmness can take hold. Gifts I will pass along to people.
I love to bake and give. Not out of compulsion but just out of pure joy. The gift I have been given is to give and to help people. And even in my worst days I use what energy I have to help those around me, to give you and cheer.
I won't ever stop being that way. And I am telling the next person who tries to be a part of my life MUST understand that. It's not a threat just a warning that I would give the shirt off my back and even the last bits of change to people. Just how I am.
And even thinking that someone would be offended by that, well I feel pity for them. Enough to walk away. Enough to say I am actually too different from them.
And even as I sit here smiling about it and thinking over my past where people didn't know how to deal with my giving to others. Just thankful that I understand, to an extent, why I give so much. That is all that matters.
And now the time is just mellow. As is the limbs and heart. Clearly just the small smirks and recollection of times gone, has smoothed over the bumps. Time and breathing have echoed this nonchalant mode.
And now I just soak in the laughter and quirky bits of a movie. Cranberry tea and a sugar cookie. Night had folded.
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