I’m excited to anounce that we have three winners and one whiner! Let’s start with the winners.
My blessing today is I will not have to miss work, have another surgery and only need to go to physical therapy for my knee!! WOO HOO. I loved this blog entry because I too tend to lean towards the negative. My mind races through all the things that could go wrong. God is teaching me how to slow down and listen, to “Be still.” Blessings ~ Angela
My blessing for today was a phone call from my mom. We live only 25 minutes from each other and we talk every day but today I realized how lucky I am to have her in my life. She’s always been one of my best friends. SusanB
Well…. since I haven’t officially said anything on my blog yet, let’s just say I got some REALLY good news today that counts as a huge blessing 😉 At the risk of sounding irreverent, God “knocked my socks off” today. Mrs. H
Congratulations, ladies! Look for another giveaway coming next week!
Now let’s talk about the one whiner. Don’t worry, it’s not you. It’s me. Yesterday I was in a funk. You know the kind. You’re just going along through life and then out of nowhere “Wham!” the moody blues hit and everything turns upside down for a bit.
In my case it was brought on by 1) exhaustion 2) not enough exercise 3) too much alone time (I’m an introvert but you can still have too much of a good thing) 4) the weather 5) eating too much sugar, oh, and a bunch of other stuff.
Today I feel much better. But I wrote this little prosey-poemy thing yesterday and I wanted to share it anyway. Warning: it feels a bit “junior high girl writing in her notebook” but I suppose even grown-up writers are allowed to revert now and then.
p.s. If you’re my rlf (real life friend) please don’t yell at me for not telling you I had a bad day. It was weird, I didn’t know what to say, and now I’m okay. And yes, I’m also stubborn and independent. I’m working on it–promise.
deep and wide
as the ocean.
I visit you occasionally,
like an unwelcome vacation.
You are the opposite of R&R—
instead you drain me, low,
like an emotional funnel
leading to who knows where.
I resist you, silly thing,
and tell you that you aren’t real—
an imaginary friend I can wave away
with a nap, cup of coffee, piece of chocolate.
But you remain, drawing me in,
asking me to sit on your shores
to turn my back on the world
and everything, everyone in it.
I will not give in to you.
You want me, I know,
want me so fiercely I can feel it.
But you can’t have me.
No, I belong to the King,
and His unending love is
deeper and wider
than the ocean.
Anyone else out there ever visited my funky blue friend?