The past few weeks have been a bit bruising. So goes the ebb and flow.
Amidst the purplish blues I've taken inventory.
Fettered precariously about me rub crippling vices and stinging commentary. Raw and exhausted I asses truth.
Time dissolves whether I run or walk. It's lost regardless of pain or peace.
Often, time employs me instead of me taking my time.
My truth is to make gold.
After listening to a friend teach gospel doctrine, I approached her to share my appreciation. She said preparing for the lesson changed her life-"At least for today", she added with a laugh. Giggling, I commiserated with her about the spiritual ADD I seem to have. Sweeping moments beckon my heart toward my potential. Momentarily I see a lighted path that feels tangible. But always my head turns back to the fetters as the hiss drowns the whisper.
Making gold is hard.
Much is required-pretty much all I have.
And lots and lots of all consuming, shameless love.
And a calming distraction (like sewing skirts and pillows).
And laughs brought on by a boy who breastfeeds his bear (by his navel of course).
7 comments:
i recently realized that my spiritual needs have not been taken care of lately...
no wonder have i have felt so crappy...
it takes my husband leaving for me to realize how much i need the gospel, what kind of heathen does that make me?
By his navel? Not a bad idea.
Love the last two posts - your blog is so fun and the Easter outfits were adorable!Your family was the highlight of the talent show - they did a great job!
The spiritual journey is certainly a lifetime expedition. I often weary of the trek. At my age... the admonishment to "endure to the end" has taken powerful significance!
well at least you have wednesday to look forward to, right? i am, of course, referring to the big reveal of my less-than-clever tattoo.
lol what a sweet boy! glad to see you up and running again :)
I needed this today, Martha. Thank you.
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