Thoughts like a runaway train
but the hands sit idly by
Paralyzed by fear
I need to make some changes in my life. There are decisions that have to made. And while I have a lot of ideas, my follow through has not been going so well. I am stuck. I’m stuck because I am too scared to walk out in faith. I’m stuck because because I can’t figure out the exact right step to take next. I can either stay put and be miserable or make a change.
Lord help me. You say that if we ask you for wisdom that you will give it. I am asking that you help me know what to do. Make the answers to my questions plain to me. In Jesus name. Amen.
Tearing apart at the seams it seems
Wielding words that whittle away at the soul
Wounds that may not heal
Fix me oh Lord
Mend the broken pieces
Fill in the ugly cracks
Make me whole again
She likes her words short and sweet
Tapas for the eyes
Potent on the tongue
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Truth Serum.”
How do you get the words to sound so pretty ?
How do your get your words to sound so true ?
Is this the real you?
How do you make everyone believe?
How do you make everyone conform?
False hearted friendships
Is this hideous creature your norm?
You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?
There is a person in my life that I’ll call Mary. People thing very highly of Mary. Mary is quite the doer and everything that comes out of her mouth just sounds right. But it hits my spirit as lies. Something about Mary just doesn’t sit right with me. It feels like she is working really hard to cover something up. I really want to know what that something is.
I don’t want to be near you or even hear you as you babble on and on.
The room is way too small and the air too stale.
I don’t want to lay eyes on your face. Why are you still here in my space?
My eyes blackened by the words that you hurl.
I don’t want your skin to touch places that use to be kin.
Our massive bed is now the size of a twin.
And this fight seems to go on and on.
I believe that this is day 18. Today’s challenge is to stay away from end rhyme and work with eternal rhyme only. Here is my attempt at internal rhyme.
My neighbors fight a lot. When I say a lot, I mean every single day. My husband and I share townhouse walls with them so every insult, slam of a door, and scream can be heard. This is their poem.
In response to The Daily Post Prompt:
Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.
I’m who He says I am
The problem with thinking about the future is that it can be full of fear, doubt, and the unknown. I have a lot of hopes, dreams, and goals but the doubts keep creeping in like weeds in a garden. I truly believe that God has a purpose for my life and that I can achieve what He has put in my heart to do accomplish. But in the last few weeks, I have questioned who I am and if I have anything to offer this world. Am I nice person? Am I giving? Selfish? Too emotional? Limited in my skill set? And then I stop to listen to God’s whisper. He has called me for a purpose. He has equipped me for that purpose. I don’t know exactly what the future holds but I am taking rest in the fact that I am who He says I am and He has prepared me for my future.