Resolution Revolution

New Year's resolutions make me wonder why people wait 364 days to better them selves. Good intentions they are, but why wait? Another day gone. Another year passes with goals undone and people to call. Every day holds promise. If only you try.

Sure you may hold on through January, but April comes and April goes, regret sets its teeth and takes a bite. With winter gone and Spring underway, you start over and say "I'll start now."

You remember to keep your written resolutions, for a while anyway. But the warmth of Summer and evening walks take priority in your mind. A sudden reminder you say "This time I mean it." So on you go resolutions in hand.

Autumn's colors are a welcome sight. Summer's faded memory of beaches, walks and bikes. Replaced with hay rides, pies and Thanksgiving with loads to eat. Rainy days with umbrellas in hand, we see change happen through nature's delight.

As Winter sneaks in and winds blow, I wonder what happened to those tings which opened this year? Thanksgiving gone, snow on the ground, Christmas behind me and a new year upon us.

Time to start over. Again?

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As I stand and look....

As I stand looking at you, my thoughts escape me. I'm filled with wonder and delight. I your eyes I see boundless imagination and dreams. Though storms will rise and castles crumble, you my love will be safe in His Arms.

Trust in Him, release your anxiousness, He will guard you from yourself.

When things fall apart and the future's uncertain, this is the time when His work is done.

From pain to strength, sadness to love, resentment to gladness. Only through Him are we able to prevail in this world of push and pull.

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Very Touching

Slinky > Curves, shiny, round and smooth
Scarf > Wavy, limp, silky and fuzzy

Late night city streets were the perfect backdrop for.... a race. As the racers gathered in the staging area we marveled at the cars and how even standing sill they seemed to have motion. When it was time for them to "start their engines", the sound filled the air with a tremendous roar, almost making my legs limp. Before I knew it they were off and flying through the curves so fast yet with silky like movement.

A fuzzy and shiny mass of cars, passing by on their first lap of twenty. Rounding the turns as smooth and effortlessly as you would imagine, I watched as they enter the wavy section and head to the finish.

Note: What I like about this book is how it forces me to make something out of a difficult lead in. This was was tough because I didn't want to write the traditional story about a sexy woman, etc...

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