My art wings will open for soaring soon, but I need to get my house in order and see to the immediate things first. It’ll all happen. Soon.
November 18, 2013
Month: November 2013
after the storm
The sun is coming up now. It is a new day. We are here to greet it. A gift.
November 18, 2013
trying
to conceal
wounds
with poetrytrying
to reconcile
wounds
with poetry
trying
to heal
wounds
with poetry
we have today
No one knows what is going to happen next except for God. We are putty in His hands. He has us all right where He wants us. Looking UP at Him, our noses buried in His Holy Book, and leaning on one another, Christian brothers and sisters He knit us together with, for encouraging words support we crave and need because we are human people. Imperfect in every way. We need Him. He is ours and we are His. God has this covered from every direction. Why is trusting that completely still so hard?! Humanness. Lay your burden down at the base of the cross and don’t pick it back up.
November 15, 2013
bedtime
sent my boys to bed hours ago
stayed up for quiet time
love seat dozed
lulled by ticking clock
soothed by wind chimes
chiming from back deck
woke up enough
to decide to go to bed
took Blue out fast
wore my fuzzy slippers
the night sky is clear
the moon and stars are bright
saw Orion
smiled
hustled back inside
the wind is blowing
like it’s going to storm
I haven’t checked radar
just an intuition forecast
that, and I saw a sundog in the sky today
driving my oldest boy home from school
a rainbow in a cloud
I love those
I never think they are saying, “rain is coming”
I think they are a gift from God saying, “My promises are real. My covenants, like the rainbow I gave Noah, to say I’ll never destroy the Earth by water, ever again. Trust Me. I got this.”
fanciful perhaps
but it works for me
even if rain follows too
I love rain
it soothes me
as does being cozy, warm inside my home, listening to the blowing, gust of the wind, not worrying over rain, sleet or snow one bit, because there is a new roof now, in gorgeous burnt sienna shingles
win-win
no matter what
happy thoughts
as I finally tuck into bed
a l’il after 1:00am
November 14, 2013
Press On
Fear has held me back a lot
It still does
It takes so much inner fortitude to press through that wall of fear
So much
Fear can be paralyzing
It is a hurdle to go over, around, under or through
Another metaphor is a mountain
Then it’s time for a mountain moving prayer
Faith as small as a mustard seed can move a mountain (Matthew 17:20)
God’s Word tells us quite frequently to, “Fear Not”
This is yet another of the many lessons I’m in the midst of learning
Holding on to God’s promises and telling the Devil to “Be Gone”
Easier said than done
That’s why we have community and prayer
Always
Prayer
November 10, 2013
feline fancy
Curious like a cat, I am =^.^=
Keeps me in and out of trouble
Good thing cats have those extra lives
Purrr, purrr, hiss, meow
November 10, 2013
day by day
“We make plans and God laughs.” I seriously said that aloud earlier this week, on Monday in fact. Like a “bring it on” idiot. Plans change. Sometimes fast. Thankful it’s just flu, and nothing worse. My Grandpa will still turn 98 tomorrow, just without us there in person. We’ll be there in spirit, and keep our germs at home. We have everything we need and will all be A OK soon. I boarded the dog anyway. That too is for the best. Funny thing is, in 20/20 hindsight, I scheduled more things this week than I’ve attempted all in a row for awhile. When first my youngest son was sick on Sunday, I started rescheduling, canceling and shuffling things around. The things meant most to happen did – like helping K3 finger paint, getting groceries (more jello), and visiting fast with friends. My oldest son knew I planned to call both boys off school today, so he diligently worked ahead. I had hoped he’d dodged this bug, but the 8th grader has it now. “Confirmed” like on MythBusters. Quarantined too. That’s what’s happening at my house. Happy Friday and wishing good health to you!
honest love
My ten year old son says, “Hey Mom, wanna know why I’m glad you lost so many pounds?”
I ask, “Why?”
He responds, “Because there is less of you.”
I reply with a chuckle, “Thanks. It feels better to me too.”
November 7, 2013
NaNoWriMo Pep Talk
The beauty of NaNoWriMo is there is no teacher waiting to grade what you write at the end. You can let the words flow as they come to you and write anything you want to. Advice I’ve read says write, write, write and don’t edit as you go. It is about completing a 50,000 word count, not a poised and polished final result when midnight on November 30th rolls around. Just begin. Getting started is often the hardest part, then see it through. (Says the woman who started NaNoWriMo the past two Novembers and this year decided I did not need the added pressure. Though I have the beginnings saved and am determined to begin again and finish soon.)
I initially wrote these words of encouragement to a Facebook friend, then I held up the mirror and realized I needed them too. I should get back to my own NaNoWriMo dreams. It is time to stop dreaming and Do.
~ Janean
November 3, 2013
Turquoise Tangles 