An Old Friend

January 9, 2017Vonita 8 Comments

I met up recently with an old friend. We last saw each other seventeen years ago. And when I saw her again, I immediately recognized who she was. I recognized her mannerisms, her voice, her personality, her way of being. What I realized is, we remember. Throughout our life we connect with others. And they imprint themselves on us, and we on them. What impressions do we want to leave? How will we be remembered?

How do we want to be remembered?

As I Am

January 9, 2017Vonita 12 Comments

I will have faith.

I have faith.

I will trust.

I trust.

I will pray for God’s power.

I pray.

I will be willing.

Use me –

As I am.

Not My Will

January 9, 2017Vonita 10 Comments

I started the day with a positive attitude.

And then the day happened.

Just one single interaction with someone and all my low self-esteem came gushing forth, insecurities and failures and non-growth, comparing myself to others and it is all getting old and I am not worthy and blah blah blah.

I will have faith.

I will trust.

I will pray for God’s power.

I will be willing.

Not my will, dear Lord, but thine be done.

I Got Stung

January 9, 2017Vonita 8 Comments

I was clearing out some branches, when suddenly I felt this awful sting and noticed something fly away.

Sure enough. I got stung!

Question is, it wasn’t a bee, so what was it?

Smooth Operator

January 9, 2017Vonita 8 Comments

Easy listening

For Today

January 9, 2017Vonita 7 Comments

My heart is at rest

My troubles lifted

Burdens ceased

For today

Joy, love and peace

My banner shall be

Patience

January 8, 2017Vonita 7 Comments

Allow the bud to open in its own time. Practice patience, and the rose will be revealed.

“But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing”.

James 1:4

Morning Glory

January 5, 2017Vonita 8 Comments

I will be away for the rest of week, limited reception so will not reading blogs or commenting, back next week.

Take care! xo

Poetry for Therapy

January 4, 2017Vonita 23 Comments

Today I complained. I spoke to a friend wishing happy New Years yada yada, and then I complained. Just the usual midlife crisis complaints as one does. And at some point thereafter my friend responded with some unexpected good life news, and I was happy for my friend, and feeling embarrassed about having complained. Very embarrassed. How unattractive and unappealing it must have seemed. It is so easy to allow the words to tumble out. But from now I will try my very, very best to keep them locked away forever. Except for in poetry. Always poetry. Poetry for therapy.