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Whimsical Wednesday

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Saw this post today, and I loved it. Such a true statement to the reality of life and to Thanksgiving. If you only give thanks for the happy times and the moments when you have all you want, you do not really have true gratefulness. True thanksgiving comes when you’re in your darkest hour, and you realize there are still things in life for which you can give thanks.

Happy (early) Thanksgiving!

Hope you eat till you’re stuffed, and I hope your heart is even more filled with gratefulness and wonderful moments of joy. 💗

Four Letter Word

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HATE is such intruding vocabulary

Such a piercing, cutting, severing term

HATE can slice the heart in two

Before the phrase is uttered, it’s often long overdue

LATE is such a regretful term

Such a frustrating, remorseful, sad word

LATE can break a friendship apart

Before the word is formed, it’s often red marked

FATE is such an intriguing effect

Such a wonder, a fable, a faith encased

FATE can bring healing or heartache

Before the style is thought, it’s not often a mistake

HOPE is such a wondrous force

Such a striking, surprising, miraculous wave

HOPE can transform a life

Before the plan is devised, it’s end is in Paradise

Penned – MG – 11/25/19

What Do You See?

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As I was contemplating what to write today, I was reminded of this incredible devotional I read the other day. I thought I’d share it with you now.

Are you a prisoner of WAR or a prisoner of HOPE?

Are you a prisoner of your promise or a prisoner of your past?

How do you see God?

Will you see Him or will you see only you?

Your perspective will help you to pursue Him or cause you to forsake Him.

I pray you find His Hope today…

Devotional

*I do not own this devotional, nor did I create it. It comes from Youverse.

Abandoned Heart

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You send me love letters, but they never arrive.

You call me on my number, but the phone never rings.

You knock at my door, but no one is ever at home.

You drive by to see me, but the windows have all been sealed shut.

The hallways are vacant of footprints.

The rooms are void of noise.

The entries have all been chained.

The exit gate is swinging wide.

Their questions will never be answered.

Their answers will never be questioned.

Their thirst will never be quenched.

Their hunger will never be filled.

It is said, “Curiosity killed the cat,” but that happened way before our time.

The story had ended.

The song has been sung.

The fortune was never found.

And the fat lady started to hum and then died.

Penned -MG – 10/31/19

*I do not own this video or have it in my possession. This is from YouTube, and I thought it would be an interesting addition to the poem.

Whimsical Wednesday

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*yes, this pic has markup to protect identity and privacy.

What we will do for our children and our pocketbooks…

These little gems cost me about 45 minutes of search this morning, as I dug through 4 bags of trash (2 recycle and 2 NASTY), only to realize my son and I had had a miscommunication! 😳

I hadn’t accidentally thrown them away the other day; his dad had, and they were simply in a much cleaner bathroom trashcan rather than the great big garage trashcan of kitchen trash! 🤦‍♀️

I am so very thankful, but Wow. Not exactly the Whimsical Wednesday morning I had been looking for! I am so grateful to not be headed to the dentist for a $300 replacement pair; however, I about lost my lunch, or rather almost didn’t eat lunch, over that little treasure hunt!🤢

I do hope your Wednesday was much more Whimsical than what mine was, and if not, we always have next week to which we can look forward!😉

Once Again

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Once Again

Your face reminds me of the pain

Your smile retains the brokenness

Your voice prods the gash deep in my soul.

Just when I think I’ve grown past, I hear your laughter within

Just when I feel I’ve moved beyond, I see your hand holding on

Just when I believe I’ve overcome, I touch a memory in the forgotten mind

I wish I could just stay angry forever

I long to see the payment for your crime

I yearn for the day when justice divides

Yet, He draws me back to unconditional love

He reminds me of His unyielding mercy

He calls to my heart to gracefully forgive

Not for your sake, but rather, for mine

Once Again

Penned – MG – 11/14/19

This is quite an old song, but it so eloquently describes the wounded heart. ❤️

https://youtu.be/E5rfLcGZumE

Beyond the Grief

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Is there ever a day when you’re beyond the grief?

When they say his name, you don’t smile with the sadness, because your arms long to hold him one more time?

When they bring up her picture, you don’t grimace in pain, because your soul still weeps for the loss?

When does the grief end?

Is there ever a moment when you’ve grown past the grief?

When you see the black and whites and don’t wipe away the tears that flow so easily?

When you hear a common melody and don’t want to run away from the familiar song?

When does the grief end?

Our hearts were not made for this separation.

Our souls were not fashioned to say goodbye.

The void inside was made for eternity.

There, our losses never ask why.

Penned – MG – 11/12/19

Whimsical Wednesday

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Maybe it’s a bit colder than you’d like

Maybe it has a bit more rain

Don’t let the wind hold you back

Never let the wet lead you to lack

A brighter day is just around the corner

A shinier future is just around the bend

If life feels a mite disappointing right now

Just step back and blink; you might just say, “Wow!”

Penned – MG – 11/12/19

What Is A Good Neighbor?

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What does it mean to be a good neighbor?

Is it simply smiling as you drive by the house?

Is it raising your hand with a wave as you pass them in the street corner?

Is it picking up a valuable and returning it to their doorstep?

Is it holding open the door as he wobbled in on the cane?

Is it helping her take one more step with her feeble pace?

Is it embracing them as they weep their loss?

Could it be a statement of confrontation to avoid disaster?

Could it be a moment of disagreement to detour from harm?

Could it be a jolt of volume to shut the door to Hell?

Could it a kind word to the multitude as you pass by?

Could it be a loaf of bread to the starving?

Could it be fresh water to the parched?

Could it be all of these and more?

Do you shut yourself out; so, your eyes don’t have to feel?

Do you close the door; so, your ears don’t have to hear?

Do you shield your expression; so, your heart doesn’t have to feel?

Who will be a good neighbor within your home?

Who will be a good neighbor in your city?

Who will be a good neighbor to your world?

It only takes one.

Will it be you?

Penned – MG – 11/7/19

Seventy Times Seven

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You slice me with your words

You cut me with you stare

You pierce my heart with your lies

You clench my lungs but never hear my cries

You stir deceit among my friends

You create havoc among my loves

You sever my relationships with your slander

You sear my kinships with a cruel banter

Every year, I draw near to repentance

Every hour, I crawl back to mercy

Every minute, I search to find grace

Every second, I seek forgiveness to erase

Penned – MG – 11/5/19