Saturday was one of those best and blessed days. I woke excited that I was talking and working at our 28th Annual Missionary Conference. I had asked some dynamic speakers to serve with me and offer resources and revitalization strategies. I prayed thanking God for an awesome opportunity and the connection to give a hand in my church and community. I was blessed to receive a plaque and I wanted to share it with this banner. I will continue to offer my hand as I grow in grace and love by talking, working, , studying, and giving for the best outcome..
via Daily Prompt: Pink On this twelfth day of May and seventeen days before my birthday, I find myself using the first hour of the day to shout a praise. I was looking for some pink and remembered the paint party picture done by my GrandGirlP. She said that I was always doing breast cancer fundraisers and thought the picture might work. I added one of my favorite scriptures and placed it above my computer. When I see it, I gently touch it and shout a praise of thankfulness. I know that I must acknowledge my joy with a praise.
The definition I have chosen is, “ruminate is Figurative. to think or ponder; meditate; reflect.” Today I experienced a muted moment of prayer as I listened to a group of prayer warriors give praise reports and prayer requests. I have chosen to make this observation in response to the prompt: ruminate. I am working to write a “one hundred words” post via this Daily Prompt: Ruminate so I share a page from the group’s prayer journal. When we started we offered the option to mute and listen if people chose to join in. I admit this is rare for me.
Better Butterflies: Seven Soul Situations: One year ago my GirlMic Leslie was put on life support where she stayed 40 days until she transitioned from this earth into a new place in heaven on September 1, 2016. It is 03:00 and I am awake thinking about her. This is a hard place with some sadness but I choose the joy of remembering the love and life she gave to us. I ask you to look at these pictures and if you ever heard her giggle or smile, call her name. This is for my #WysWaysofWellness that I celebrate our beautiful relationship and sweetness of her self, soul and spirit.
#WysWaysofWellness: I woke up with this thought and I know it is a Word for me. This is yesterday’s sky and sunset. I look forward to this morning and joy from the mourning. I am convinced of His promises.
“For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.” -Psalm 103:14
I am laughing at my silly Saturday as I find that I sent off a post from the real writer of “Unpredictable” and found friends . The situation is that I have not learned to handle the business of Pingbacks but I really do like the encouragement. Here we go again. If you find this post somewhere in the sea of words, send it back to me with a pingback.
Today I received a picture of my daughter, GirlMic Leslie that I had never seen before from the MHS 30th reunion. It was a blessed burn to my self,soul and spirit as it produced sweet memories. I compared it to a quick gulp of a slush where you feel your head hurting but you still smile because of the feeling of satisfaction. I have said before that each day of my remaining life, I would ask someone to speak of her smile and smooth,calm authentic moves. What a joy to see both of them in one beautiful picture