In the mornings when I wake up I often have pervasive, eager hope, not for anything in particular but for something I cannot see bubbling under the surface, charging the air with electricity.
This hope comes from the Holy Spirit; I could not feel it until Jesus baptized me with Him.
This hope has nothing to do with the circumstances of life; it comes as it may without reason or rhyme.
It is the hope that springs from the river of living water flowing through me; water for others but also for me, water to cleanse and carry us along, water of life so our souls may live and not die, water to swim and play in as the otters and water to swim upstream against as the salmon.
Water of hope, carry me along to my appointed destiny.
Today is September 7, 2021.
Just gettin' by on gettin' by's my stock in trade......
I took a break for quite a while. The pandemic has wrought many changes, some good, some crazy tough. But, I am okay, and I will be okay.
I hope you like my off-center, slap it down style of writing. Sometimes I just have to get the words out of my head and onto a page. For decades, those words have gone into journals. Then I wrote a novel and even got it published (Beacon, It's Never Too Late).
Now, new at widowhood, I am trying to get back into the thick of things. Writing seems to help me more than anything.
Thank you for your indulgence.
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