Yes, there is still pain, and lack of ability to be who I once was, I only make matters worse when I forsake gratitude. Praise God in every season.
Poetry Prompt Posts
Michael would sometimes lead a drill called Good-Better-Best, where participants give Good work for a specific period of time, then Better for a shorter period, then their Best for a brief spurt, maybe for only 10 seconds. I'll never know what those bursts felt like to him on his bad days. He smiled through it.
Reckless abandon - giving self in total surrender to God. Is it scary? You bet. I open my hands, trusting God will catch me. If that's too much, try this: Surrender your words, then write your poem. Allow the wonder of a new thing.
This spring as I take my daily walks, I am looking to see what survived the storm and what did not. What can I do? I can wait and lament.