I would have sworn I saw a glimpse of it felt it;
even smelt it.
Today I cannot be sure it was even real.
Mums hugs, her kisses, the love in her voice was the sunrise that lit my world and filled it with the warmth of love.
She's long passed and for so long I've held onto the hope love does exist.
But the ugliness of life has turned the sun of love into a fading beacon on the distant shore and the waves of life are pushing me further and further from love .
It all seems like a fairy tale to ever hope to capture a portion of love; not erotic love.
Almost like the elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Cruel joke that one, almost feels like I know what's in my pot at the end of the rainbow, love .
They say life begins at 40. I wish it never begun then because only then did I stare into the eyes of evil. its changed the colour of my heart, its shape , its beat. it will never be the same. Things like scales fell off my eyes as I saw life in its real ugliness.
Just as I was pondering today why life is so ugly, my daily devotional answers it relatively closely, why is so life so hard.
As I sift the facts from the fairy tales, I have to decide what i am going to do with all this information; make wise choices.
I'll try.
http://messaging.saddleback.org/ct/38983379:14098876339:m:1:773776321:BB3E1534BB6ED97FEEBA2F5AF52F134A:r
One year later....
This is a note i wrote last year. When i saw it this morning, I had to double check it was me who wrote it. I love this application that allows one to look back one year ago. The healing power is real friends. So real. Slowly but surely i have come from a fetal position to a fluttering butterfly full of worship and praise. In the silence of the country and in the arms of my father Psalms 23 has come to pass. He has noirished my soul, my body, my mind and my heart forgiven. Ive emerged stronger on the other side.
Be encouraged today someone. Life is ugly but that doesn't diminish the beauty there is. Blessings christine and all
This is a note i wrote last year. When i saw it this morning, I had to double check it was me who wrote it. I love this application that allows one to look back one year ago. The healing power is real friends. So real. Slowly but surely i have come from a fetal position to a fluttering butterfly full of worship and praise. In the silence of the country and in the arms of my father Psalms 23 has come to pass. He has noirished my soul, my body, my mind and my heart forgiven. Ive emerged stronger on the other side.
Be encouraged today someone. Life is ugly but that doesn't diminish the beauty there is. Blessings christine and all
even smelt it.
Today I cannot be sure it was even real.
Mums hugs, her kisses, the love in her voice was the sunrise that lit my world and filled it with the warmth of love.
She's long passed and for so long I've held onto the hope love does exist.
But the ugliness of life has turned the sun of love into a fading beacon on the distant shore and the waves of life are pushing me further and further from love .
It all seems like a fairy tale to ever hope to capture a portion of love; not erotic love.
Almost like the elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Cruel joke that one, almost feels like I know what's in my pot at the end of the rainbow, love .
They say life begins at 40. I wish it never begun then because only then did I stare into the eyes of evil. its changed the colour of my heart, its shape , its beat. it will never be the same. Things like scales fell off my eyes as I saw life in its real ugliness.
Just as I was pondering today why life is so ugly, my daily devotional answers it relatively closely, why is so life so hard.
As I sift the facts from the fairy tales, I have to decide what i am going to do with all this information; make wise choices.
I'll try.
http://messaging.saddleback.org/ct/38983379:14098876339:m:1:773776321:BB3E1534BB6ED97FEEBA2F5AF52F134A:r
One year later....
This is a note i wrote last year. When i saw it this morning, I had to double check it was me who wrote it. I love this application that allows one to look back one year ago. The healing power is real friends. So real. Slowly but surely i have come from a fetal position to a fluttering butterfly full of worship and praise. In the silence of the country and in the arms of my father Psalms 23 has come to pass. He has noirished my soul, my body, my mind and my heart forgiven. Ive emerged stronger on the other side.
Be encouraged today someone. Life is ugly but that doesn't diminish the beauty there is. Blessings christine and all
This is a note i wrote last year. When i saw it this morning, I had to double check it was me who wrote it. I love this application that allows one to look back one year ago. The healing power is real friends. So real. Slowly but surely i have come from a fetal position to a fluttering butterfly full of worship and praise. In the silence of the country and in the arms of my father Psalms 23 has come to pass. He has noirished my soul, my body, my mind and my heart forgiven. Ive emerged stronger on the other side.
Be encouraged today someone. Life is ugly but that doesn't diminish the beauty there is. Blessings christine and all
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