It's Going to be Alright

A few weeks have gone by since I’ve had a real desire to pen something, anything. While vivid, intoxicating dreams have filled my nights I’ve only felt the urge to record those in my journal. Perhaps I can take the cues from these dreams and write a chapter or two. The lust for the written word has not left, just a medical set back that has attempted to knock the wind out of my cheeks. There has been no time for tears even when I’ve felt forsaken because my trust is in God. I know everything is going to be alright. As I meditate and love on myself I joke around with my siblings letting them know that this too will pass. They must say what I say or else there will be no talking or laughing. The laughter emitting from room to room serves as a reminder that nothing we face is more serious than the persecution and stripes Jesus received for us. I am grateful to be here to continue on with His plan for my life. It’s going to be marvelous.