Night
The night is unleashed as I drag the ponytail holder from my hair. The tugging of tightness ends and the wave of rusty red falls around my face.
A slow hidden smile emerges as I lean into the warm covers. Deciding upon how to clean the darkened sky. Shall a book or a video send my mind into a swirling wind?
Such a decision.
Yet sleep shall find me sooner rather than later for tomorrow holds wonders. I look forward to the sundown event. Holding onto what Jesus's sacrifice means to me.
Oh and truly understanding the depth of what he gave. Now the only dislike I have of myself is that I didn't appreciate the gift until I was lost.
Yet.
Jehovah is listening to me. Listening to his wayward child. And one day I will be back in his arms. Still I must build my relationship stronger.
Learning. Leaning heavily upon Jehovah for everything. Yes EVERYTHING. For I have come to understand who I am, what is needed most - Jehovah, faith and a bond of love.
And as the rust falls and tickles my cheekbones the blues find hope. This darkened sky is stunning. I wrap my arms around and prepare for the new pieces to unfold.
I don't know about anyone else but this Memorial means something totally different than just last year and years before.
And as I grow and build with Jehovah's help, I hope changes continue further. All I can do is take down notes and give my prayers to Jehovah.
And now the flicker of strawberry blond eyelashes and I tumble to a pillow. Laughing inside for the happiness and love breaking througb.
Do you feel it?
A slow hidden smile emerges as I lean into the warm covers. Deciding upon how to clean the darkened sky. Shall a book or a video send my mind into a swirling wind?
Such a decision.
Yet sleep shall find me sooner rather than later for tomorrow holds wonders. I look forward to the sundown event. Holding onto what Jesus's sacrifice means to me.
Oh and truly understanding the depth of what he gave. Now the only dislike I have of myself is that I didn't appreciate the gift until I was lost.
Yet.
Jehovah is listening to me. Listening to his wayward child. And one day I will be back in his arms. Still I must build my relationship stronger.
Learning. Leaning heavily upon Jehovah for everything. Yes EVERYTHING. For I have come to understand who I am, what is needed most - Jehovah, faith and a bond of love.
And as the rust falls and tickles my cheekbones the blues find hope. This darkened sky is stunning. I wrap my arms around and prepare for the new pieces to unfold.
I don't know about anyone else but this Memorial means something totally different than just last year and years before.
And as I grow and build with Jehovah's help, I hope changes continue further. All I can do is take down notes and give my prayers to Jehovah.
And now the flicker of strawberry blond eyelashes and I tumble to a pillow. Laughing inside for the happiness and love breaking througb.
Do you feel it?
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