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Mother of 5 beautiful children, friend of books, avid reader, bubble baths are life! I enjoy long walks and hiking, I seek adventure. Writing makes me a better person, I love to share my thoughts.

  • The Dawn of Resolution

    Poem: ShilohRose77©

    My end will be greater than my beginning! I came in with a short end of the deal, but I knew from an early age, I was alone. I watched from the outside looking in, wondering where I fit in this chaos? All I want is peace and joy in the storm of turmoil and rage. I gave my heart time and time, and I am left to burn. I won’t let the fire consume me; I won’t become what I can’t defeat. I won’t lay down or nurse the wounds, the blood is still warm; there is victory to gain.

    What hurts now will soon pass and become a story on a page. I shall smile again, for a smile hides the darkest night. Beyond the seas of my mind lie the borders of still, sweet dreams, where I can release my soul and ease into ecstasy. I move like the wind to behold the one who is next to me. There is no mirror, mirror on the wall; the future is there and tells all. Plain as day, I see the way while the mystery unfolds. This quiet friend speaks through images of pain and sorrow, through the regeneration of my tomorrow. Your voice is loud and definite – my end will be greater than my beginning!”

    Job 8:7 KJV: Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.

  • Rose of Sharon

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.
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    One morning in 2017, I woke up and I was a bit anxious about house hunting and a particular house we wanted to rent. We were running out of time at my current apartment, and I was really hopeful that this house would be the one! That day I was supposed to go and turn in our application, but I before I left, I decided to pray. I talked to God, telling him that I really wanted that house and rambled on about other concerns. During my prayer, I had opened my eyes and thought about the rose tattoo on my thigh and told God I wanted to dedicate that to Him. I wanted to get the phrase “Rose of Sharon” tattooed above the rose.

    After my prayer, I rushed out and realized I would need gas before I could go and fax the rental application. I decided to stop at the MAPCO, that was right by my apartment complex, and I was trying to make this quick. I was already anxious and annoyed that I needed to get gas, so I hurriedly get out and start walking towards the store. I was in my own thoughts not really noticing the stranger coming my way, he was walking right into my path. It was odd once he got close enough for me to see him, he was so close to me with all of this walking space.

    He was wearing dark colored clothes; maybe black or dark grey shirt and black jeans and I remember he had on a black backpack. He seemed overdressed for the warmth of the day, it was May and he had on a jacket. At this point, I am wondering what he wants and why he is rudely about to step right in front of my way. As I look at him, he looks like he’s been out in the sun or the elements a lot, his skin is tanned and leathery. I look at his fist and its clenched as if he is holding something. As he walks past me, he releases his fist, and a large handful of rose reddish-pink petals drop to the ground at my feet. He does not look at me he doesn’t say one word.

    I have never had a guy do a gesture like, let alone not try and talk to me. I was so awed by this that all I could say to him was “Are these for me”? He never turned around he just nodded slowly and kept walking. I literally just couldn’t understand what had just happened, so I asked the guy I now noticed behind me if he saw the guy too. It was such an unusual encounter, that it was like my brain needed confirmation that it really happened. The guy behind me that was also walking into the store said “Yeah, that was weird”. This encounter only lasted a few minutes, but it was as if time had slowed. I went ahead into the store and paid for my gas.

    After getting gas, I am still floored by this experience that I begin to look around for the stranger, I feel like I want to know more. Who is he and where had he gone? I wanted to know why he was carrying a fistful of rose petals and how was it he even held that many in his hand? I scan the street and the surrounding parking lots and I don’t even see any rose bushes! I quickly get into my car and drive slowly past the side street that was across the street, it was the last place I saw him. I am confused because I know I saw him walk in this direction, but he is nowhere to be found. I beginning questioning, how could he walk down this long street so quickly?

    I knew I couldn’t spend any more time looking, I had to get to the UPS office to fax my application that sat on my passenger seat. I head to my destination still thinking about this occurrence and I am now fully convinced that he was an angel. Only God knew that I was just talking to Him about my rose tattoo and God knows how much I love roses. When I pull into the UPS parking lot, the SUV to my left has a giant bouquet of red roses sitting on the passenger seat. I smiled, another kiss from heaven, God knew how worried I was about finding a home for my family. We got that house, against all odds and moved in shortly after this experience. Abba Father will always be my “Rose of Sharon”.

  • I Knew You Weren’t

    Poem: ShilohRose77
    I knew you weren’t the one, when you couldn’t hear my silence.
    The deafening sound of defeat, invaded my being and I lost myself.
    The shell of who I once was, but you didn’t notice because she was enough for you.
    You love flowers that have fallen from their throne, you bought just the place.
    The glass house for the flower to bloom, but also to wilt.
    I knew you weren’t the one when my smile began to dim.
    My heart beat changed and my breath shortened, a new battle within.
    I’m fighting my own instincts, telling myself it will get better.
    I deny the pain because you said it was in my head.
    I knew you weren’t the one when I could no longer trust myself.
    As I fight to recover and renew, I realize it wasn’t me, it’s you.
    After all these years, I knew you weren’t the one, now I chose me.
    I’m blooming and growing stronger each day, awakening to the possibilities of love without fear.
    I knew you weren’t the one because she is me and I am here.

    Psalm 147:3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up with their wounds.

  • The Blue Bible

    Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you.

    When I was nine years old, my granny sent me to Summer Bible Camp. I was so excited to go to camp with my cousin Brittany. I remember I didn’t have a Bible, so granny gave me one to take with me. It was one of her old Bible’s and I loved it. It smelled like her perfume, and it reminded me of safety. As I flipped through the pages, I would see her little notes in the margins.

    I didn’t know that soon, I would embark on my very own personal relationship with God. I was baptized in Jesus name, in an old concrete tub, there at Bible camp. I remember as I was submerged in the cool water the feelings of a love I had never experienced. Granny, gave me the keys to unlock new doors. That little blue Bible, gave me courage during a dark time in my life.

    When I was I ten, I went to live with my dad because my mom was going through a mental health crisis. The loving and nurturing mother I had known, became mean, bitter and violent towards me. The physical and mental abuse began. Although my father was in no better shape to parent me. He used to beat my mother and they separated when I was eight. When I was with my grandparents going to church, they made me feel safe.

    The little, blue Bible was a part of my granny that was tangible. I didn’t know much about her God, but I knew that I trusted her. I began to read it often, I have always been a lover of books. A lonely girl, needing direction for her life, I found God. He showed himself to me, through the pages of that Bible. He has never left, though I have wandered, I always come home.

  • Only You Know

    Poem: shilohrose77©

    Father of the Heavens and Earth, only you know my heart.

    You see what I ‘am afraid to show, the fears and the hopes that I carry.

    When the burdens become too much and I am on the edge, only you know my fate.

    A mighty an outstretched arm holds me firmly all the while, renewing my strength.

    Only you know that the shattered picture of my reality is provision for your plan to fall into place.

    (Psalm 136:12) With a strong hand, and with a stretched-out arm: for his mercy endures forever.

  • What brings me happiness?

    Daily writing prompt
    What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?
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    1. My children, I love to see them smiling and having a good time.
    2. The quiet moments I find in the midst of all the busyness of my life.
    3. Journaling my emotions, its a way to release.
    4. I love to reread my journals and see how far that I have come.
    5. The sky brings me happiness I am a sucker for a sunset or sunrise, and those starry nights.

  • One Wrong Move

    A poem:

    One wrong move and I forget you. The wrong choice and the price is paid. One wrong move and I leave the path that you have already paved. The decisions I have chosen bring me to a place of regret and shame. One wrong move and I’m the only one to blame. I have made you promises with my mouth, that my heart didn’t keep. One wrong move and then the truth becomes hidden and I drift into sleep. The only hope, to shed light on me when I fall into darkness, his name is Jesus. The man that loves my soul no matter where my heart is. One wrong move is now his plan for rescue. He takes my heart and creates it new; no more broken pieces. One wrong move to a destiny of promise; fulfilled by eternal love.

    Broad is the way that leads to destruction. Matthew 7:13 (PP)