Fisherman
The ripples of water lap at you knees, rod in hand - casting
Setting and reeling, knoting and retieing.
Fishing - Still - Quiet - Peaceful - Patient
You lead our family with patience.
Limited expectations of the insignificant details, you enjoy the moments.
Patient during instruction; be it how to play a game, improve a skill or in our devotion time
When you listen; you're still and really listen - quiet, hearing my heart and my emotions,
And during the late night post bedtime ramblings of E, and the inscent chattering of imagination from C - still, patient, quiet, listening.
I'm thankful for the fisherman in you
Runner
Beads of sweat roll down your cheeks, arms pumping, feet churning
Pushing ahead in the darkness, toward a goal as the sun rises with your strides
Running - Unswayed - Determined - Committed - Focused
You lead our family with unswayed commitment.
In times of uncertainty, you give us direction - remind us of our goals and keep us going
You seek the Lord for us and drive us to do the same
You keep us consistent, push us to give our best, and make us smile while doing it
In times of triumph you celebrate big and give us all your love and joy
Pressing on as a family
I love the runner in you
Two little things that contribute to the wonderful husband and dad that you are,
I love you
An honest reflection of me- in fragments. Imperfect- Grace Covered. Balance. Mom. Wife.
Nurse. Homeschool Teacher. Christ follower first. Second changes. Thankful.
Nurse. Homeschool Teacher. Christ follower first. Second changes. Thankful.
Two little things
Friday, June 7, 2013
Mind wheeling; it's a process that grants release,
The cursor blinks begging for words
The keys pulse under finger tips and the text flows
Thoughts,
Ordinary, but seldom profound
Fears,
Imagined, hormonal, and over-coming
Stresses,
Perceived, self-impressed and letting-go
Failures,
Past, and present
Hopes,
Creating courage, and dreams for another day
Successes,
In life and in moments
Blogging [for me]
Is often a Dear Diary dialogue
An emotional vomit of expectations and experiences
Quests that have made me into the person I am
Instances that shape how I handle the everyday and face the future
An unveiling of the inside
An inside that isn't always secure, or pretty or nice and seldom funny (except for that one time), but always Sincere.
For the love of blogging, writing, dear diary moments, the release of emotion, and the idea that someone else may glean from my imperfection and experiences,
ME
The cursor blinks begging for words
The keys pulse under finger tips and the text flows
Thoughts,
Ordinary, but seldom profound
Fears,
Imagined, hormonal, and over-coming
Stresses,
Perceived, self-impressed and letting-go
Failures,
Past, and present
Hopes,
Creating courage, and dreams for another day
Successes,
In life and in moments
Blogging [for me]
Is often a Dear Diary dialogue
An emotional vomit of expectations and experiences
Quests that have made me into the person I am
Instances that shape how I handle the everyday and face the future
An unveiling of the inside
An inside that isn't always secure, or pretty or nice and seldom funny (except for that one time), but always Sincere.
For the love of blogging, writing, dear diary moments, the release of emotion, and the idea that someone else may glean from my imperfection and experiences,
ME
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