Author: wings~of~dawn

Calm Seas

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The air is more crisp after a rain.

…colors and scents sublime.

seasons of time; not so much reason…

take our breath away

Seas the moment…!! *splash*

 

…well in between the storm(s)

Saturday sunrise @thebeach

A warm “Hello” to my wordpress friends; thankful for 3D friends, too. xo

~wings

What the Heart thinks

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Thought I’d share what I just read.  Something to ponder.

“Some survivors try to think their way through grief. That doesn’t work. (whew!) Grief is a releasing process, a discovery process, a healing process. We cannot release or discover or heal by the use of our minds alone. The brain must follow the heart at a respectful distance. It is our hearts that ache when a loved one dies. It is our emotions that are most drastically affected (double whew!). Certainly the mind suffers, the mind recalls, the mind may plot and plan and wish (and wish & wish) yet it is the heart that will blaze the trail through the thicket of grief.” *

Thankful for the heart, in its broken state, loved and held close by Him.  Psalm 34:18

“A time to Grieve” by Carol Staudeacher.

“LIKE IN FOREST, WITH TWO R’S”

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I am fortunate to have had a dad that through his ups and downs, he chose to stake his hope in the true vine, Jesus Christ as his life line. I took this picture at my nephew’s wedding last year. My niece took it upon herself to add the angel bit. While I think scriptures says we’re a little lower than angels, I like the entertaining thought that he now has wings. Love you dad. Miss you much.

Prayer for Patty –

~ wings~of~dawn

care

 

When your soul screams loudly

through the night

~

all seems dark

your pain needs light.

I trust the one

assigned your care

will hear your cry

not just walk by

~won’t say simply “Come again”

or

“It’s just him” and not go in.

~

Rather touch your brow

with some concern

review your chart

your need to learn ~~

This kind of care

the human touch

right from the heart

means oh so much!

A loved ones call

at Christmastime

couldn’t get through

to know he’s fine ~

Like a baby’s sigh

of deep relief

that soothes the soul ~

no matter if

you’re young or old.

Ignoring ’cause

they’re “older folk”

just might have been

what caused the stroke ~

Again, I pray

when comes your time

that you’re not treated

like you did mine.

~~RIP daddy. Miss you much.

>Cheers to 91+ years<