Yay for Weddings!

April 30, 2017April 30, 2017Vonita 5 Comments

I went to a wedding yesterday, it was a beautiful day, and reminded me so much of my own wedding. We also had a garden wedding over lunch, and it was a bright sunny day.

On the day of my wedding, my father was to collect me at my home and take me to the venue. He arrived late! Everyone was seated and waiting, and I was only leaving my home. I ended up half an hour late. I could see on the recording afterwards my husband anxiously waiting for the car to arrive.

As soon as I left the car, I grabbed my father (after a quick scuffle on which side I should be on, minor overlooked details leading up to the day), and practically ran down the aisle. Really, I’m not joking. There were no small slow steps for me, no sirree, I was late and in a rush and I had my husband-to-be waiting. Fortunately, he waited. That was fifteeen years, two kids and a miscarriage, another continent, three months and 11 days ago.

Perfumed

April 29, 2017April 29, 2017Vonita 9 Comments

My heart is perfumed

With the sweetest scent of

God’s unfailing grace

His mercy has no end

And his kindness is forever

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Pink Peony

April 29, 2017Vonita 4 Comments

Basket of flowers
Being delivered today
Rush past my person
With no small delay

My heart wells up
My soul is touched
To have but a petal
In palm of hand clutched

My yearning is felt
A small gift breaks free
Released from its hold
Pink peony for me

I lurch through the crowd
Stem falls to the floor
My heart sings out loud
To my creator once more

Bleeding and Healing

April 29, 2017Vonita 3 Comments

He respected me enough to walk away when I asked him to. To not use and abuse me anymore. And that is a good thing. Past hurts are monuments of risk. On taking the chance of something better. Of being vulnerable and open and alive. Scars show we bleed. And scars show we heal.

Bleeding and healing go together. It is life. Without either we would be dead.

Knackered

April 29, 2017Vonita 2 Comments

My grandmother and mother used to often use the word ‘knackered’. Especially after a long, tedious shopping expedition. Or something like that. It would really ‘knacker’ them. I’ve never used the word.

And on an aside. Thank You for support and comments and likes. My friends on WordPress all over the world are so lovely and encouraging and helpful.

Everything is fine in reality. Sometimes I am struggling with mood management, and writing is an outlet. I am managing to hold everything together.

And yay for late Saturday morning in bed.

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