the good fight
I tell myself that
I fall down
and get up
than I care to admit
I win most of
I'm just not up
for another skirmish
I tell myself that
'today I will do better'
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
I've knocked my head against the wall until I bleed. This is what it took to get my attention. I seemed to take the hard way, the road less traveled. I've started my life over again many, many times. Started from scratch. From nothing. Each time a little further along this Crooked Path. I began as a lump of clay, cast into the mud along with the rest of the muck. I managed to crawl upon the shore and bake myself in the sun until I was cracked and bleeding. This is a process I repeated over and over again. I would then retreat back into the muck seeking the cool mud to soothe, only to realize that I must push myself up and out. At last, finding myself on the path, head up, shoulders back, I trudged forward tentatively, turning left when I should have turned right. Backing up and taking a different turn at times, but always the way that I wanted. Not what was best. But what I wanted. I knew that the outcome would be the same. Finally, one day as I was sitting in the mud once again, I bowed my head. I had prayed many times, but not like this. I prayed, not to be lead to the right path. Not to be helped from the mud. I prayed instead to see; see the hand that had always been there. The arms that had always welcomed me. I prayed for faith. Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson My path to God has been a very long one. I came to Him late in life. This is my expression of that journey. I still struggle, but my prayers have been answered tenfold. A very special Thank You to Chuck, at The Reluctant Poet. He gave me the line, 'The Crooked Path' that inspired this piece. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny <3
I don’t usually ask anything of my followers. Your visits, comments and continued support has been more than enough for me for several years now. But today, I am asking you to pray for my dear friend Denise. She has been diagnosed with Lung Cancer. I’ve done a few posts about Denise over the years. Suffice it to say that she is someone very dear to me. She’s the sister that I never had. We have had a close relationship for more than 40 years.
I don’t care what your religious stand is, but I feel that whether you believe or not, Prayer is a powerful thing. When you pray, you send out your positivity (if that’s a word) into the universe. That positiveness has an effect. A simple way to look at it is this. If you are around a angry or negative person, that “feeling” tends to rub off on you, right? The same goes for the positive side of things. If you are getting positive support and encouragement, you feel that and it helps.
I will be traveling to Oregon soon to be with my bff, but I’m not sure when. I’ll keep you posted. Meanwhile, please say a little prayer of healing for Denise.
Thank you, my Dear WordPress Family! And thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤ Penny
“We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, ‘Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone’s plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.’ We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance.”
-Joan Wester Anderson AUTHOR
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