If I had known I was going to die today I would have eaten a more exciting breakfast than Cheerios. Okay, so it wasn’t even Cheerios, it was the generic brand. I mean, I even had to eat them with water because the milk had soured. If I had known that it was going to be my last meal, I would have had an array of foods – eggs, bacon, French toast, fruit-filled crepes, you name it. And I would have washed it down with a glass of fresh, ice cold unexpired milk.
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect ” Anais Nin
There is no better time of year for looking backwards than this very moment.
Looking into the rearview mirror, I can see one thing above all others: Provision.
God in his loving kindness doesn’t stop at providing.
He continues on – gracefully sustaining.
I continue on trusting and believing with every seeking moment, every question asked, and every door I knock upon.
“Ask, and the gift is yours. Seek, and you’ll discover. Knock, and the door will be opened for you.” Matthew 7:7 TPT
She leaned her head back against the sanded, smooth top of the rocking chair, closing her eyes against the brightness of the sun. The warmth of its beams kissed her skin in a glowing embrace. She lost herself moments like this. The old porch, refreshed with her welcoming style, had this effect on her. Paint could never cover up the memories. They would always lay quietly underneath the coats until summoned. Silently, meditatively, she lifted prayers of thanksgiving up to the heavens.
The above is a paragraph from the novel I am working on.
I am not crazy. I can’t be. Would a crazy person be able to define the word itself? No, I am not crazy, but this . . . this defies all logic. No matter how hard I try, what is happening in this house is beyond explanation and that is exceedingly uncomfortable to me.
Note about the above: I have no idea when I actually wrote this. I don’t really remember writing it, but as I was looking through my “Stories in Process” folder and stumbled across it. I am sure it was based on either a writing prompt or a photo prompt. Regardless, I think it’s a cool and mysterious start to something.
“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.”
Breathing in the morning air.
I lay my requests before you,
Presenting them, lifting them up
To your awaiting ears – confidently, expectantly.
I will wait to hear your voice,
The soft whisper which speaks to my heart.
I am hopeful. I am calm.
My head has been lifted from the pillow,
My words lifted from my mouth,
Rising up like incense, they fall gently on your altar.