pesky 3:00 AM Words

I was reading about a beautiful someone who left earth, too soon, not that long ago. Their journey home to heaven was made easier by a man who loved her so.  A precious Mom, a forgiven Dad and relatives who meant so much, all were blessed near the end by his help and loving touch.

I wonder if he finds it hard to believe he is used by God in so many ways?  Even now his notes brighten the horizon for so many whose skies have turned gray.  I wonder what would they have done without you, don't be humble, you know these words are true.  

He isn't a perfect person, of that I am sure. :) Everyone has a few struggles we fight to hide and detour.  Few can say they have heart that is willing to be used, especially knowing they WILL suffer loss creating a new heart bruise.

I bet some wonder how your moon appeared in their skies, I think God has reserved that answer for Himself, not for you and I.  I am simply grateful He allowed me to be a tiny part of your life's plan, I don't think anyone, anywhere would ever understand.

Isaiah 30:21 - And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left.

Dad always said if he likes you he will call, if not, then it was nothing at all.  Young lady sit tight, don't go gallivanting with boys I haven't met at night.

No to going out with anyone who couldn't jump start a car, it might be used an excuse to keep me out late looking at stars.  When and if it got too late, into the pickup he jumped to go looking for me and my date.  

He told me he when was young he was quite the handsome guy, and used many excuses to keep Mama out late looking at the sky.  Mama said it was true he was quite the catch, several courtships at a time but none were his match.

She never said a word about all his fun, and he was shocked to find out he wasn't her only one.  He looked back with regret at his stable of fillies, watching her dance with another made him feel silly.

Off to war he was sent with hearts going separate ways, but to his surprise he thought about her ever single day.   Who was she with and would she still be around, when he was able to make it back to his old stomping grounds.

From San Diego to Bartow, he drove straight for days, leaving all the other fillies behind because his heart had changed his ways.  He wondered if she would believe him when he told her his love was true, Mama said she smiled and told him, she already knew.

So I figure he knows what he is talking about, being most wanted in school.  Don't waste your time on a smooth talking, can't jump start a car, star gazing mule.  

The music stopped and I could hear the rain, my melodies had hid the gentle beat on my window pane.  This was a soft one that the birds enjoyed.  You could hear it as they splashed and played accompanied by tweets of joy.

I wonder how long did I miss this gentle cleansing so soothing in my ears,  as I lay here grateful the music had stopped so I could hear.  The tree outside my window with it's new leaves slow it down, adding a different rhythm to the drops falling directly to the ground.

I prefer the rain today so I choose to  ignore all the distractions, yes, I know, emails and phone calls are waiting on me to think and take action.  A soft rain like this with no lightning to scare, caresses my mind so I'm staying right here and not going anywhere.

The best way to listen is in my bed deep beneath the  covers,........

Of course these words came crashing into my brain, driven to write them down so I wouldn't go insane.  Now that the dastardly writing deed is done, back under my covers I go smiling because the words once again won.

M

Tonight is not the night to type.....but as long as I am up.  

I believe one day I will  have a horse of my own, one that shares my love and together we will freely roam.  I would never lock it up in a small lonely pen or tie it down so it could never run again.

Living with horses on a lake with lots of land, the beauty of the water with kids playing in the sand.  Midnight swims in the moonlight xxxxxxxx not even water can come between xxxxxxx.

Nxxxx wants a pony because "she is too short",  Jxxx wants a ball and bat because he loves that sport.  Crayons here, crayons there, it's a mess but guess what, I really don't care.

I imagine the water shimmering in my eyes, now only too much sunlight brings tears to my eyes.  .........

A hike around our land to the trail we grew to love, shimmering leaves protect us from the sun's heat from up above. The sun fades as we move up the hill and out of sight, no words need to be said as we move together in the moonlight.

Proverbs 4:26-27 - 26 Carefully consider the path for your feet, and all your ways will be established. 27 Don’t turn to the right or to the left; keep your feet away from evil. 

I will never dot all my "i"s and cross all my "t"s, I am not driven for it all to be done perfectly.  That can drive some people crazy who don't really get why I am grammar lazy.  ( I am)

My brain and my words pour out so fast, sometimes they follow me around writing down what I say so those ideas can last.  I am forever grateful for the ones who do, volunteers and employees... I would not want to walk in their shoes.

Florence Littauer with her tests showed me the why, being organized with everything in it's place was like wishing chocolate pie would fall from sky. Trusted by so many who struggle like me, her work lives on especially in the world of ADD.