The ground is hard beneath my feet,
The air so sharp.
Still I travel
Where you lead
Hoping for a sign.
Stopping for a moment’s rest,
I discover hope’s gentle face
And sweet scent
Beckoning me on.
I smile,
Then rested and restored,
I travel on.
By Martha L Shaw – © 1-16-2015
It is important every once in a while to stop, smell the roses and recharge in the presence of God.
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Amen!
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Finding Time isn’t always the easiest though.
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Sometimes the stop and rest is figurative. Sometimes it is an awakening to hope and a stop to doubt and worry, putting our mind to rest . . . the joourney can be a beautiful gift if we accept it as such.
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I have done a lot of stopping and reflecting lately, and it is good.
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Me too! Sometimes discovering the answer to prayer was already mine!
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