It is time

"Take my hand; it is time," he whispered, his voice velvet soft. I knew he could not see my face in this dim light. Could not see the apprehension, the fear, and the confusion contorting my face like soggy cotton candy. My face hurt from it. I knew my tiny hand was reaching for his large bear paw of a hand, but I could not remember directing it to move, perhaps it was the way my breath refused to be caught. Maybe it was soggy cotton candy stuck in my lungs and throat. Soon as my shaking fingers touched his warm palm, the blinding light struck me...

Missed

Missed.... Ever think about that word? Take a moment and do so now...
How many different ways can you use this one little word?
Give it a try....

I missed the stair...
I missed you today...
I missed the bus/train/plane...
I missed the opportunity to ____________...

That last one gets me...

I missed the opportunity to show you how much you are loved...
I missed the opportunity to ask forgiveness...
I missed the opportunity to simply "be" with you...

So many ways to fill in the blank...


Now try this one...

Caught... Look at that little word and try again...

I caught a cold...
I caught your hand to hold it...
I caught your drift...
I caught you as you fell...

Again,the last one grabs me...

Falling off a ladder...
Falling from an unsteady sense of balance...
Falling from what is right...

Yeah, I have missed many things.
But, I have caught many things too.


Thanks for missing me;
thanks for catching me...


Loves to all & sundry,
Me

New Beginning...

There are many distractions in this life... Too many that we have no control over, and many more that we do. Getting sick, can't really control it, at best hold it off or shorten it... Video games and the internet... Controllable.

Do a self- survey of your day, your week, your life...
What are your distractions?
Are they good or harmful?
Can you do something to change how distracting they are?
How are they affecting others around you?
What positive changes are sitting in the back of your head, in your heart?
What is being whispered or shouted into your soul right now?


Now, what are you going to do with it all?


Mighty ElShaddai,
We humbly seek Your face, boldly coming before Your throne. We wear the righteousness of Your Son as our robe; our hands held to You in supplication.
Bless us with Your Words in our hearts, as the Scriptures promise. Open our hearts and eyes and ears to Your presence. Help us our Strong Defender to stand for what is right with Your perfect strength, Your joy.
Restore us, Jehova Rapha, our Healer and Maker, to each other, to ourselves, and especially to You.
We praise You for the lavish love You delight to give us. We praise You for the new day, the breath of this moment. Be a constant whisper in our minds as we strive to be living sacrifices on the altar of Your love.
We thank You for all that You were, are and will be. We humbly give You all that we are with hearts full of gratitude and praise.
With songs of adoration we enter Your whirlwind of grace; may it be a pleasing rhapsody to Your ears, Father.
We pray in the Name above all names, the Name at which every knee shall bow:
Y'shua, Your Son.
AMEN AND AMEN

Loves to All...

WRITE!!!!!!

It is officially well into November, and well, I'm WAY behind...
And I mean WAY behind.

So...


WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEN WRITE SOME MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


For those of you scratching your heads...
November is (drum roll, please):
National Novel Writing Month
or NaNoWriMo for those of us who love and revile this thirty day freak fest of typing and moaning/exulting/crying/bleeding/praying/daydreaming/never really sleeping/get the oddest looks from those living with you and those that don't... I could go on, but you get the point, I hope.

This would be easier with a whole left index finger...
Let's just say that the knife thought I meant my finger and NOT the bagel...
That's what I get for feeding the natives...
:D

Well, enough procrastinating... My (new) 1960 Royale portable typewriter awaits...
Yeah, I said typewriter, well, I typed it anyway...

:D

Big thanks to the friend who thought I "just might like it"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I must be off. I know, I always have been, but it is NaNoWriMo afterall...

Loves to All and Sundry,
Kala

Plumb songs to think about, pray thru, write with...

Taken

i can see you standing in the pouring rain
waiting for changes to carry you away

i can see the light fall from your eyes
as we get lost in the tears of this goodbye
but you can't go farther than my heart can go

*'cause i'll still be loving you
through the sadness and the madness here
and i'll always be with you
in the distance that has taken you from me*

i can hear you laugh when i close my eyes
i can picture your face
and the strength inside your smile

i can see the words dance across your lips
i'll remember forever is something more than this

so you can't go farther than my heart will go
and i'll always be with you
in the distance that has taken you from me


Nice, Naive, and Beautiful


She's only known heartache and pain
But she's never known a pain like this

She stands alone defending her name
When all that she's done is "be who she is"

Well is it so wrong to be who we are
When all that she's done is "fail"

'Cause she's so nice, naive and beautiful
Why does she get taken advantage
Why does she live in a world so cold
She takes advantage of the nice, naive and the beautiful

Cold is the throne of her hardened heart
No one has seen the softest part

Day after night she holds an ache
And won't budge to show this secret place

Well is it so wrong to hang onto hurt
Maybe she could set it free

'Cause she's so nice, naive and beautiful
Why did she get taken for granted
Why did she live in a world so cold
He took advantage of the nice, naive and the beautiful

If you've been there you know
If you're still there hang on
We're all dealt our lumps of coal
What you do with it can turn beautiful

Well there's a life outside of your madness
And there's a face behind every scar
But there's a love overflowing with gladness
Get out of that place that's restraining your love
I said get out of that place that's restraining your love


Both songs from the recording "Beautiful Lumps of Coal" by Plumb. Check it out, it is GREAT!
Copyright 2002 Cubtunes Music et all...

Loves to All and Sundry,
-Me-

I'm still not too sure about this...

Yeah, it has been a long time. I apologize for that. I am still not too sure if I will leave this up or not. Some things happened in my life shortly after my last post, and well, my integrity and this blog were put into question. Needless to say, I did not have a good time with that. I'm still praying on many things. Please forgive me if you happen past here and it appears neglected. Simply means I'm still not sure where to go from here...

On another note, a much more exciting and gut-twisting note...

It is almost NOVEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For those of you scratching your heads, November is (drum roll, please)

NATIONAL NOVEL WRITING MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Otherwise affectionately known as NaNoWriMo.

50,000 words in 30 days.
Ah, yes, I love the feel of adrenaline and nausea...

:)

Well, let's have at it.
We'll see what will happen from here on out.
One day at a time...


Praying for grace,
Me.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Okay... So, how do you speak into a situatiomn that should not even be happenning??? Easy.

Lighten it up with Y'shua's light... That means TRUTH... AND NOTING BUT THE TRUTH.

Easier said than done in some circumstances. (Tell me about it!)

SO.

Here we are again.

Let's have some Truth, and nothing else.

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