Over the past few years my emotions have been over hills and down in the valleys.
A roller coaster ride that has taken its toll.
As my brother’s health slowly deteriorated, so did my emotional well being.
Because of past emotional upheaval, I do not turn to friends and family for support.
Not to say that I don’t have a strong network of family and friends, because I do have much support from those who love me.
And I appreciate ALL the support that is given to me.
It is nice to have someone beside me at times and to know that there are friends and family that are a phone call or a click away.
But there are times when I need to find that inner peace.
I tend keep things inside and lean more toward the beauty around me, God’s things, to lift my spirits.
I pray for the things I need to lift my spirits and they are revealed to me just when I need them most.
Sometimes in something as small as a tiny flower. And other times in things as large as a rainbow.
They are there, reminding me that I am not alone. That I am being listened to, watched over and not forgotten.
God’s love is always present.
One of the things that relaxes me the most is water.
A small creek.
A mighty river.
Or the constant tides of the ocean.
The soft babbling of a creek or the sound of a crashing wave is music to me. I could sit lost forever in the sounds of water.
While I sit and listen and watch the flow or churn, I notice the things that surround the water.
The rustle of leaves as the wind blows through.
A bird as it flies quietly overhead.
Critters skampering about.
The beauty of a majestic tree.
The distinct smell of the ocean.
These are all things made by God, no human can claim rights.
They are gifts to remind us that we are never alone.
He is there.
Always.
Patiently waiting for a chance to reveal himself and his love.
Thank you, Shirley!
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