Poetry Challenge

Choose six words and write a poem.  Post your responses here and see how many we can get.

Praise  Worship  Follow  Fellowship  Resistance  Submission

Your love releases

The bonds of sin

If only the bonds

Of submission would end

Come follow me

Your word instructs

The resistance

In my flesh constricts

Fellowship leadership ownership

All lead to glorious worship!

You are my God, my Father

My creator, my everthing

Dear Heavenly Father

To you I sing!

I am free when I write.

Lately I have been feeling bogged down at work and in life.

We have had some sickness bugs running through the kids, the weather keeps bobbing and weaving never settling, work is crazy busy and I feel like I can’t keep up with anything at home.

But when I even think about writing and researching it lifts my spirits right out of the mud that murks my happiness.  I started researching Palm Sunday and the Easter celebration this morning and I was filled with utter delight at the prospect of sitting down at the computer with my bible, pen and paper and hammering out my own little Holy Week tribute.

Then I start to think about my girls.  I have these girls in my head who have two very different life stories and who I have outlined a scenario for.  I wonder if their stories will ever be finished for someone to read.  I am sure of it, but the fun is just beginning for them again.  Stay tunned to see how they play out!

I feel like it’s my destiny to write.  Even if no one else in the world reads what I have to say I feel it in my bones.  But sometimes what I am trying to lay out on the paper just plain sounds better in my head!  Or maybe looks better in my head would better describe it.  My stories are movies playing in my mind, but I can’t seem to write fast enough to capture every detail in written form.  This is really something I am committed to work on!

Majestic creature

Heaven created

Purched high above

Nothing but air

Quiet strength

Holds him high

Seemingly undetected

By a blind eye

Only eyes open

To God’s beauty

Would his presence be known

 

Inspiration comes from everywhere…

My bed and breakfast story came to me while reading a book by Nora Roberts, Sanctuary.  It’s a very dark and kind of scary story, but has some nice inlays which gave me inspiration.  The scenery was beautifully described and one scene in particular stuck with me through the dreary and sad story. 

Check out the new tab coming soon for Inspiration and book suggestions!

Thursdays at Eight

A Debbie Macomber novel.  It was very very delightful.  Four strangers meet at a journal writing class and unexpectedly continue to meet after the class ends.  They of course become entwined in each others lives and are the best of friends by the end.  They are all four different ages and from different places in their lives.  It was a good distraction for the last couple of days.

On to finishing the Lincoln Lawyer.  Apparently this is a new movie out on video soon.  I didn’t even know it existed, but I saw the preview on a movie I recently rented at the Red Box.  I saw it was a book first and it looks intense enough to be a great read, so I downloaded it onto my E-Reader. 

Of course I will watch the movie, because the very yummy Mathew Mchonahey (sp) is the star.  I love to watch him do anything!

Another thing I discovered today

Well maybe I have known it all along, but having someon else pen it out made it true enough for me today.  A woman in the book recieved a brand new journal for Christmas and was excited to start writing in it, but wanted to wait until Jan 1 – she thought it would be a good start to the year.  I have done this so many times I can’t count anymore.  I have several journals full, half full, a few pages written on.  I can’t ever seem to keep them all in order.  That is why I am so greatful for the opportunity to blog!  You can have your own blog or comment on others’ blogs.  It’s a great way to express yourself and get your opinion heard.  And if your goal is to have your work read – blog often and blog much, because the more you are out there the more people you will reach!

That Darn Economy!

Maybe her Grandmother knew it would be their last Thanksgiving together.

Suddenly Sheila shook herself out of her trance.  She grabbed for the little pink towel that hung from the pure white pole in her perfectly orderly bathroom.  She gazed around the white tiled room that had nothing out of place.  Her toothbrush stood at attention in the cup made for it.  Her toothpaste lay with the cap in tact in the medicine cabinet out of sight.  Not even a water spot was found on the sink or mirror.  Everything in her life exuded order.

That Darn Economy!

As she splashed her tear streaked face with cold water from the bathroom tap Sheila thought back to the last time she saw her Grandmother.

It had been at Thanksgiving a year ago.  She couldn’t believe it had been that long.  It was a good holiday.  Everyone had been there.  Maybe that was a sign she thought.

Her brother Kyle had brought his new girlfriend and she was an instant hit with the family.  Sheila remembered the twinkle in her Grandmothers eye.  As she thought about that day she wondered now if it was a tear that had caught her eye.

That Darn Economy!

Sheila rolled over and tried in vain to pry her tired eyes open to view the glowing red lights at her side.  She squinted against her exhaustion and saw the clock read 3:00 am. 

What!  She bolted from the bed and grabbed the phone from its cradle.  She knew it had to be an emergency if someone was calling at this hour. 

Her mother wept on the other end of the line.

“What is it mom?”  She asked timidly

She had flashbacks of her cousin’s death ten years earlier.  It was the first experience she had with death that was so close to her.  The call came in and she stood frozen as her mother replayed the details of the swimming accident. 

She stood in the same place now and listened intently while her mother told her that her Grandmother had passed.  She knew her mother was explaining what had happened, but she quit listening as soon as the harsh truth hit her. 

“No more Grandma?”  She whispered to herself.  “Oh my gosh!”

She shook her head to wake from the trance she had just fallen into.  Her mother was now giving details of what would happen next.

“Do you have this whole thing planned out already?”  Sheila asked her mother with an unkind edge to her voice.

“Your grandmother has not been feeling well for quite some time.  She wanted everything set before she went.”  Her mother said devoid of emotion.  She knew her mother must be exhausted and overwhelmed with all she was going through. 

“I am sorry mom, really really sorry!  I will have to tie up some things at work tomorrow and I will be in the car after lunch.  I will be home tomorrow night to help you with what ever you need.  What should I bring you from here?”  Sheila tried to be more upbeat for her mother’s sake.