As the clouds move on and pass away, so will your troubles. Therefore, do not worry, but shift your focus to look to God above who is in control of all things.
(While out shopping today I happened to look up at the sky, as I often do because I always enjoy seeing the many different beautiful clouds Oregon has,and seeing this scalloped cloud formation today intrigued me.
As I gazed at it this poem formed in my mind that I felt I should share as it’s always a good reminder to me, as well as others, that we should not worry. )
What do you deserve? Name it. All of it. What are you ready to let go of? Name that too. Then name the most gentle gift for yourself. Name the brightest song your body’s ever held. Summon joy like you would a child; call it home. It wanders, yes. But it’s still yours. —Rachel McKibbens
#NaPoWriMo 2019-Day 7-Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?
I am in the midst of a transition right now. I am moving to a new place, in a new area. I had to quit my job to do so, and I just bought a new car. Moving is never fun during the sorting, packing time, besides there are always extra expenses to deal with, so I took a break and went out to eat at my favorite restaurant. I was going to just get the food to go so I could rush home and get back to packing while I ate, but at the last minute I changed my mind and decided to stay there and eat in. There were several tables available to sit at, so I kind of roamed around to make my choice. Amazingly, the table I chose to sit at had a penny laying on the very spot I chose to sit! “Thank You God” I said. For, every time I start to worry about money it seems I happen to find a penny or dime in my path. It is really amazing! I have found them in so many odd places that one would never expect a penny or dime to be! I believe they are reminders to me, from God, that I should not be worrying about money, or anything else, because He is in control and He is my Provider.
It’s late and I am seeking sleep, Yet all that I can find, Are “what ifs”, “whys” and questions, Deep within my mind. “If only” is my companion, As I search for needed sleep. Rest I cannot find, As the days troubles I do keep. Worries weigh upon my heart, And chase the peace away, Until I turn to God, Give it all to Him, and pray.