My Black Heart

My Black Heart

This piece of flash fiction, if you will, came to me in a vision as I spent some quite time with God and this is what I saw in my mind as it was revealed to me. I believe in healing and that God can, and does, renew our hearts rescuing us from the darkness. 

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The Ripple Effect

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I have been silent for awhile now. Here on my blog and all other forms of social media. Just dealing with stuff, you know life. Trying to figure it all out, when  I finally realized there are no clear answers. This was the first post I shared on Twitter just a little over a week ago. Then onto Instagram and my Facebook page.
(PS – I would love to meet and get to know each one of you on those media platforms also. Follow me and I promise to follow back!)
Anyway, I got tired of pretending. Pretending and hiding behind the smiles and the words that never seemed to mean anything to me. Even if they may have meant something to others, so I stopped sharing. But I never stopped writing and those closest to me have stood by me, letting my silence linger and for that I am grateful. They make me stronger. You all make me stronger and I hope you will forgive me for dropping out for a while to find my way.
I now want to send out ripples, to reengage if you will, although I don’t yet know to what level. I realize that maybe if my posts, my words, my images, or just my presence touches one heart, … well it’s all worth it. That may spark them touching someone else and so on and so forth. That is the ‘ripple effect’. So, rise up mighty warriors it is time to seize the day!

Piece by Piece

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Piece by piece, day by day,
little by little and moment by moment
over the years until… there is nothing left.
That is how the soul dies.
They will tell you what to do, who to be and what to say.
So, who are they?  And why do we listen to them anyway?
We feel it isn’t right, but allow ourselves to stray from our truth losing our authenticity. We go through life in a daze hiding our strength, never letting them see us cry and then, there is simply this.
“Jesus wept.”
Is this a weakness, a failing, a lack of … something?
In our empathy we truly love and care for another with no ulterior motives.  Only when we acknowledge our own fears and failures can we even begin to offer some of the better parts of ourselves.  You have exactly what you need and someone needs what you have to give.
Acknowledge your fears, feel the sadness, celebrate the joys, love others relentlessly, believe in hope, grab hold of life and never let go!