PenFlow… just a thought, Significance… hey honey… I scheduled you in today, in my thoughts and in my walk you are with me. I think of the blessing that comes when you trust yourself and what you feel. I think that your absolutely wonderful and babe, good for me. I…

Our Mercy, Bound to this world with an understanding all of our own, navigating this earth, aimlessly searching, looking through doors as if to escape. A slight breeze and we waiver, waffle, like a dead limb, no leaves, on a crisp Autumn Day. Sun fades, darkness falls upon us and all things that breathe. A Ray of Light shows itself from afar. Mercy Appears. God’s Mercy. My Mercy. Lord have Mercy on us.

My Always, You Are… Constant, my constant, with a Security and a Purity only God Almighty can provide. Assuring us a life that’s Everlasting and Forgiving us of our shortcomings and our insecurities, mending and Forgiving us from inside. Everyday as I live You Are My Always and My Everything. The Example You have and continue to be. The Resource That’s Forever Giving, the only way I’m allowed to sustain and be me.

Our Struggle, Resurrection Everyday… Fighting a battle within oneself to get up, push-foward, visualize something new. Consumption, toxic flows of unwanted, overzealous barriers, Life. Our Nature, a strength that entered this place at our side, now our crutch to limp with baggage of yesterday… Promises, promises be of smiles, not our’s, line our thoughts with a Hope, yet untested. Violence as we trudge unfounded path, new turf.

“Thankful In My Thinking” So many days start off with a little less on the surface, But underneath in our inner-being, The heart pumps through us, A Symbol of Love, Goodwill and Cheer, and The Giving as it has been in Given unto us. Reassurances in the smiles we receive, Resting in Comfort and Pleasing in His Sight, we walk as intended and live as one who is Blessed. A struggle weighs us down. For we are human and earthly are those visual references we often pull from.

Courage In The Storm… Guaranteed we are to have those experiences that shape us. A hard reality shown in an unfamiliar face, preparing us to fill our own shoes. Those shoes of maturity and in humility, left to gather up those fractured pieces. Unstable legs wobble with the weight of…

Our Mercy… Bound to this world with an understanding all of our own, navigating this earth, aimlessly searching, looking through doors as if to escape. A slight breeze and we waiver, waffle, like a dead limb, no leaves, on a crisp Autumn Day. Sun fades, darkness falls upon us and all things that breathe. A Ray of Light shows itself from afar, Mercy Appears. God’s Mercy…, My Mercy…, Lord have Mercy on us. Stand string now. Born Again. Not to your own understanding but Bound by The Word and The Blood of Jesus.

hey baby I scheduled you in today, as I do everyday, in my thoughts and always in my heart, hopefully my hand, holding yours… It’s personal, no validation… Intimate.

PenFlow… just a thought, “A Purposeful Direction" Those steps, small but distinct and recognizable, filled with a Hope and of promise, a promise to myself that I will do my very best to meet and exceed my own experiences and expectations, creating a new me, one that is better and…