Pretty shell. Playing on the computer between trying to pack for my trip to PA tomorrow for a wedding. Can't work as fast as I used to so have to take some breaks.
Just got back this afternoon from the wedding. Wonderful. Also great plane trip up and back--on a private plane that my nephew paid for. Had the same pilots up and back. Wonderful guys! Great food also--This plane was a 6-seater and a new plane!
Stereophonic sounds of waves
Washing from one side of my body to the other.
As I sat on the beach
Musing on life's mysteries
I couldn't help but wonder
If others were right and I was wrong.
Would my dream ever become a reality
Or would it always remain a dream?
Two words God had whispered to me
"Trust me" kept coming back,
But with the passage of time
The words began to fade
And I wondered if those words
Were only what I wanted to hear
And not the message God wanted to convey.
It is so hard, loving so much
To wait for things to fall into place,
And many times I have cried out
Trying to understand what the purpose was
And why the wait so long.
And as days turn into weeks,
Weeks into months
And months into years,
It is becoming more and more difficult
To hang on to that hope,
Like a drowning man holding desperately to a log
Which is slowly disintegrating
Hope vanishing, heart breaking.
And as the waves once more reach for the sky
Then come crashing down on sea drenched sand,
I put my trust in God
Who has a plan and purpose for my life,
Just as surely as He does for those rolling waves.
Very beautiful. And the pain, the wondering if you heard Him right, is so clearly spoken and clearly recognized by one who has also waited. God bless you, aussie. And many hugs to you.
aussiesapphire
Jul 6, 2018
Thank you nlbuchanan and hugs right back to you.
retirenow14
Jul 8, 2018
Did you write this, Aussie? Wow, it's a good one! I agree with the premise of wondering if what we think we hear or feel we receive back from God really is from Him. Sometimes I am glad that I was incapable of loving anything until I was about 30. It seems that the pain one feels after love dies in the other person is hardly worth the trouble. I learned to love from a battered, abused homeless tomcat in the early 80's. Since then, I have loved and lost quite a few animals, most of which are buried in the backyard. Few people have evoked this depth of feeling in me, thankfully.
aussiesapphire
Jul 9, 2018
Hi retirenow, yes I did write it and am truly blessed with this amazing gift God has given me and never take it for granted. Never was interested in poetry and didn't like Shakespeare at all in school, so to be given this gift is incredible. Glad you have learned to love. Hugs.
I love shells. This one is too clean to have been washed on the beach. The photographer must have placed it there. It's very hard to find perfect shell as the commercial businesses that sell to tourist shops get them first. When I went to visit my uncle in FL I tried to get a few but there was nothing but tiny on the beach. He waded into the surf and got one he said he'd wash and send me but he never did. I never mentioned it to him. He's in his 90's and I wouldn't want him getting hurt trying to get another.
Wishing you all the "real thing" whatever it may be for you.
have a good trip
Stereophonic sounds of waves
Washing from one side of my body to the other.
As I sat on the beach
Musing on life's mysteries
I couldn't help but wonder
If others were right and I was wrong.
Would my dream ever become a reality
Or would it always remain a dream?
Two words God had whispered to me
"Trust me" kept coming back,
But with the passage of time
The words began to fade
And I wondered if those words
Were only what I wanted to hear
And not the message God wanted to convey.
It is so hard, loving so much
To wait for things to fall into place,
And many times I have cried out
Trying to understand what the purpose was
And why the wait so long.
And as days turn into weeks,
Weeks into months
And months into years,
It is becoming more and more difficult
To hang on to that hope,
Like a drowning man holding desperately to a log
Which is slowly disintegrating
Hope vanishing, heart breaking.
And as the waves once more reach for the sky
Then come crashing down on sea drenched sand,
I put my trust in God
Who has a plan and purpose for my life,
Just as surely as He does for those rolling waves.
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Good night dear friends and God bless. Hugs.
Wishing you all the "real thing" whatever it may be for you.