Travis. Shakespeare said, ..."What's in a name?" Oh, I don't know the answer to that question. I only know that I love your name...always have from the first day I heard it from your lips. Little did I know that your name would be the name of the man that would love me, and the name of the man that I would love forever.
I have so much to say to you...about you. But, now I can only speak your name in my mind. Travis...I whisper your name and a million warm and peaceful thoughts and images flood my mind.
I know what you would say to me. I hear your voice. I feel your prayers for me. I want to make you happy and proud. I want you to be in peace...true peace.
Until we meet again on our Special Someday... when forever will be ours.
Grace
Thursday, August 9, 2012
MY FRIEND CALLED, HOPE
Today, I feel different. Has HOPE come into my heart? I HOPE so...God, I HOPE so. :) <3
I HOPE she has not come for a short visit, but finds me so interesting that she wants to stay FOREVER. She will become my imaginery FRIEND, named HOPE. Today, I met a new friend. Her name is HOPE. Thanks, God
Now, that I think about it, HOPE was always my friend. We just lost touch, and God brought us together again. Hmmm...
I HOPE she has not come for a short visit, but finds me so interesting that she wants to stay FOREVER. She will become my imaginery FRIEND, named HOPE. Today, I met a new friend. Her name is HOPE. Thanks, God
Now, that I think about it, HOPE was always my friend. We just lost touch, and God brought us together again. Hmmm...
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
MY PRAYER
Dear God...
my prayer is for you to peel from me, rip from me, if you must, this heavy weight of skin of sorrow, so that I may breathe and move freely in your light, and become all that you desire me to be... for you.
I will then lovingly and gently gather the beautiful wounded and scarred flesh of me, and lay it in a lovely secret place within my heart, for it will always be a part of who I will become.
Thank You, Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you.
Amen
Amen
The Yellowrose and Her Sun
would the yellow rose want to grow... knowing the sun will never shine on her again?
could she grow at all ?...
would she fight to survive, to live,
to bloom, to climb and stretch searching for the light?
or would she... forlorn...
simply wither and die.?...
could she grow at all ?...
would she fight to survive, to live,
to bloom, to climb and stretch searching for the light?
or would she... forlorn...
simply wither and die.?...
Survival...Be Like the Bird...
Be like the bird,
Who halting in her flight,
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her...
Yet sings, sings,
Knowing she hath wings.
---Victor Hugo
Who halting in her flight,
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her...
Yet sings, sings,
Knowing she hath wings.
---Victor Hugo
PSALM 143:10
Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God; let Your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Ps. 143:10 (Yielding is the one and only thing that will bring true peace my way.)
Ps. 143:10 (Yielding is the one and only thing that will bring true peace my way.)
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