Early one morning, while the house was still quiet, I sat staring at a blank page in my journal. I had a pen in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other. I sat, quietly, with that page for quite some time. I chuckled softly to myself about the fact that God … More Simplify.
I was just on the verge of sleep when I heard the door creak. Tiny footsteps slowly tiptoe toward my bed. Climbing onto the trunk at the foot of the bed, she stealthily made her way–one knee at at time–up toward the pillows. I lay there silent; listening….as she rustles the covers attempting to cocoon … More Seeking Comfort.
Sometimes I forget that mine is a broken one. I get so caught up in the day-to-day or so focused on the destination that I don’t stop and glance back over the long and winding roads of my past. Cracked and bumpy roads. Some with wide crevices and deep pot holes. Even the smooth ones … More Journey.
Oops…I did it again. And again. And again… I listened. I heard the whisper, and I stopped to listen. It was pleasant enough, at first–soothing, sweet…almost seductive. It affirmed my suspicions. Told me all the things I already knew. It made me feel comfortable. But after weeks listening I began to slowly recognize the voice. … More Listening.
This post is part of an online community. A prompt is given every Friday and we are encouraged to just free-write for 5 minutes and post it to our blogs without over-thinking or editing. If you’d like to participate, you can get more info and link-up on this site. I don’t know about you, but lately … More Creating Change
my anchored life: 