See through your eyes…
The contrast, your attention to detail, the color that you envision. No one sees it quite like you, it’s an original, being birth forth out of you.
The words you write…
Hear…what is in your heart 💜
What is being spoken…
They are speaking, sometimes shouting and the tips of your very fingers, embrace the keyboard ⌨️ as one, interpreting the words as the flow in.
It’s like a rushing wind 💨 on a windy 🌬 day, it feels as though it will take your breath away, if you don’t get it out.
Ideas, images, words, drawings…
Connecting the dots, always seem to be thinking 🤔 outside the box 📦 or sometimes in it and beyond.
Creativity is so powerful it started in the beginning. Insight, aspiration, thoughts and words spoken by God, “Let there be… then it was, and it was good.”
God the Father is the Master Creator
The Beauty of Creating is so wonderful to behold, it is a gift 💝 that is ever ready to unfold.
So Expressive, leaving her Restless
Sweet notes of the Heart
The Words she Spoke was Music to his Ears
So Tender she Appeared
The Music Played
Includes one of my favorite quotes by Truman Capote
Sara has written since childhood. She laughed, as she looked at the Snoopy tattered cover with pink paper. These were the original manuscripts in her childlike handwriting with pictures. She had not forgotten the homemade, priceless cards she wrote in hopes of lightening the mood, making someone happy.
They brighten the heart of her Mother’s broken heart. The cards seem to calm her angry stricken Dad, during those iced cold, egg shell moments when he was home.
A flash of past memories lost, but never forgotten. Stored in the Her special treasure box. Holding the box tightly she began to have flashbacks
Sara grew up in The Dark House. Sparked conversations in the middle of the night. Dad coming home drunk were always explosive. Many times leading to arguments, fights, then eventually him creeping into her room at night. Supposedly, in search of the Bathroom.
It hurt to the core of her heart to have the past revisit in glimpses. Taking a deep breath, she took courage, remembering God’s protection; His Love, Grace and Mercy.
Sara found comfort in Journaling while Stargazing. The many conversations and time spent rationalizing within herself. Then talking God.
Pressing through the tears, with radiant hope soaring within her heart and the many encouraging words hemmed within.
Sara made a decision that the time was Now. She couldn’t wait another day. In an instant, she to blew the dust off the Journals, loosen those apron strings and did what brought her so much joy. The words began to overflow from within, pouring out just as the Sunset and smile brightly.
Life May Seem Tough
Maybe Even Rough
It’s Not Meant To Destroy You
What Doesn’t Kill You
Builds Up and Makes Us Stronger
Mediate and Pray
You Can Make It
Like seeds Planted
Wisdom produces Knowledge
Many Lessons to Learn
All Journey through Life
Every hand is Different
Endure the Process
Stay the Course
Keep the Faith
Persevere, see it’s Beauty
Heart Your Divinely Designed
A Vital Organ You Be
Pumping Life, In You
Blood, Oxygen, Nutrients
Circulate Through, Renew
Be Good To Your Heart
The train arrived late
Her heart raced with excitement
This is their first face to face
Hearts weaved as one
Five Line Story Challenge
Looking at the Sun
This moment is Frozen in Time
It Still Warms my Heart
Thinking of You
having been here Before
A place of Discomfort
facing a Crossroad
Looking beyond the Words
Everything is a Mystery
in search of Answers