Firmly rooted, I will not ebb

My feet sink deep into your earth, firmly taking root. Soil bed I lay, nurtured there

The ground kept watered generously, waiting to unveil life blossoms within me

From a shoot to a flower in full bloom. Vibrant in color, a kindergarteners best kept crayon

Fertilized, and nursed to keep disease at bay. New growth daily

Fervent I grow, and fervent He keeps me. The soil that swaddles my new growth keeps my leaves from withering 

Storms pass, and winds blow. Wanting to steal my beauty, make my leaves cower

Soiled in the the seed it is now permiated into my roots, giving me the boost to keep growing

I will not wither, fade, or ebb. I shall stand tall within my root bed allowing to be fed, and fostered

For I am firmly rooted, soils bed has fertilized my core. Beyond any compare

Peace in the watered bed of soil I lay today, and everyday. May the storm pass fast, leaves not dwindle

Flourish not flounder in my pot of life, where I have taken on life. Vibrant no matter the weather’s climate 

Word Prompt: Soil


Tailor made love of that in Him…swim!!

I have not posted for a couple days. Not my per usual self. God kinda put this glaring yellow flashing yeild sign up in my life. Ugh (sigh). Yep that kind of a pressing matter.

 4 years to the day since landing in Spokane after the fall out of what was my life of 21 years, God says here ya go Lisa. So for my readers I am still here. Just on my face in prayer, sorting, sifting, and processing my new found revelations. 

So when I saw the prompt today was tailor. All I could think of was God, and my relationship with Him. How perfectly tailored it is to me. So specific in every regard. He knows me better than I know myself. There is no greater love known to man than that of my tailor made love of that of Jesus. His love fits me like a glove. We are the perfect square of a Rubik’s Cube, and all the colors match up always. 

He brings these storm surges in my life, and says here ya go Lisa. Sink or swim. I am your life line, we can walk on these waters hand in hand. So I stand up tall with my new found heavy heart, and I will see it through with my tailor made perfect love of that of Jesus. He will help me walk brave, tall, and not cower in despair. 

So I am still here. Just got lots of sorting to do. God is making me a beautifully tailored outfit as I am writing to slip into for today. How great a love is that in Him. The one that taught me how to live sober, and swim. He took my very broken wings, and gave me flight. One is a tad bent, but not beyond repair. For I am strong in Him. I need to go now, got to swim…

Blessings WP friends. God is greater than all of this. 

Word Prompt: Tailor  

Perseverance as your friend, and courage as your shoes, Brand New you

It is the perseverance that you carry, and the smile that you wear. Your heart of gold. You are bold beyond your years

You got up with all you could muster, life had sucked you dry. No tears left to cry. Tired of handing over all of your paychecks with not even a bed to lay your weary hard working bones. No food to keep you fed

You walked out the door, shut the door tight. No key leaving the chaotic ruins behind. Never looked back, as your heart had already took quite a beating. You were always on the back burner, you turned inward words were missed. Personality unknown to them in your home

Clothed in courage you drove miles in change of your life. Yours is an uphill climb. Nothing has come easy. You walk a step behind, but yet you still dig your toes in and begin

You have true grit, and dreams to unfold. Perseverance in your pockets, and a locket of courage around your neck. Watching you change I am truly amazed at your want for only healthy in your life

You are witty, charming, and sarcastic no doubt. I believe in you, as I have seen your once crushed spirit strutting its new self. Showing a real smile from ear to ear, here and there

Yep even through the sarcasm as your mom I see it shine, and you my son are mine. You have true grit. You got up, with perseverance as your friend, and courage as your new shoes. You have made a life brand new. Most could not will to do

Finding yourself, and who you are. Looking past the scars of your your youth. Not playing the victim. Like a cowboy takes the reigns of his horse headed for his course. You too took reign of your life. True grit

I am proud of you, and God has you! Look up, and you shall see the courage comes from above, and He is there. Your life is in the making. It is yours for the taking. God is giving you freedoms pass. True grit in all you do. Perseverance, and free at last. God is rewriting your life. In Him take take up refuge. Never be weary for a place to lay your head again 

He will give you billows of peace as you continue on. I see your smile, you can’t fool me. It is the darn cutest thing I ever have seen. Makes your mama’s heart sing

True grit..I see in you Elias my son. Best birthday you have had in years. Laughter, and sarcasm bringing tears. 19, and you stood up stood and your ground and never turned back around…Blew out your candles. Pray you get your wish, as you blew life brand new

Your whole life is in front of you, True Grit in God will carry you through

Word Prompt: Grit 

Beauty and the beast, beast and the beauty…ย 

Beauty and the beast, beast and the beauty. Truly a miraculous story, and God gets all the Glory!  

Bloodthirtsy out to soak my skin caverness deep with alcolohics rage body numbing, and dumb to no end

The monster in me unleashed with each sip, turning green with anger I pour more making sure every one knows my wrath, savage bent

Needed not wanted oozing from within, my tongue dripping with lies my eyes hidden with my mask of flask. Camouflaged with the bottle

My tears not pure, just self loathe. Coated from head to toe toxic blow. My liver hurt. Yet my heart was dead. Feed me more, even the score

Sadistic creating my own self demise. Twisted and calculated my breath lost respect with every word spoken. I was blind, deaf, and dumb

Wake for the sake of alcohols pour, wanting to end my suffering. Just a buffer to make it through the days. Yet my own shaky hand held the knife. Shed my blood of my own self pity. Dripping with hate

Savage I am no more. God woke me from my drunken quake. He directed me to lit path of truth. He washed me in a grace filled basin. Splashes of grace, mercy, and love. Dunked me until all the filth washed clear, and I could look within a mirror

Beast turned to beauty. Savage to warmth. God saved my ravenous poisoned soul. Made me ravenous for harvest plentiful in only Him. Had me drinking of the holy water, and called me into him as His daughter

Saved from savage, put down my knife. Broke the bottle, and my spirit poured out new

Beauty and the beast. Beast and the beauty. Truly a miraculous story…

Word Prompt: Savage

Lickety split, move it!! Hustle๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰

Lickety split, no time for this. Joy to deliver to the my son in that in gifts and love! Let’s get a move on, and get this celebration started. Hustle!

Lickety split, let’s go already!! This is going to be the best day yet! 19 years ago I had the most beautiful son, come I said let’s get a move on. It is time to be in celebrations fun all day long.

We have a bike to load, and balloons to hold. I am so hyper with excitement, my heart may implode. ๐Ÿ’ฃ

Move it!!! 

Man God is rad!! โœŒ

Oh yeah Linda wanted us to use “ick” however we wished. So that was my version ๐Ÿ˜œ

SOCS Prompt


Bridges of life…

Two bridges in the same State Park. One is a man made structure with beams, and construction materials for support. The other is made from the land we hiked. With limbs from trees, and branches. Both unique in their beauty. Like that of the bridges of life. Some are made by others structurally sound for the crossing. Some are a walk of faith. Each step creeks with forward movement. Yet we need at times to cross them both. The beauty in that of the bridges of life. Never be to quick to burn a bridge, for the rebuilding may not come to pass. Hike the bridge, like you hike through life. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other. In stride…maybe with a friend by your side. Mine is God he walks all the bridges of life with me, hand in hand

Photo Credit me; Riverside State Park. Spokane Wa. Hiking the massive terrain. One on a beautiful summer day when the trails are endless with hikers detours left and right. The other on a brisk winter day. The bridge of branches covered with frozen snow. Both beautiful in their own right. Both walked over, and we made it safe to the other side..

Weekly Photo Challenge: Bridge

Dip, and drizzle from within

I sit under low lamp light with quill resting in my hand just right, simply a beautiful sight
Dip, the tip dripping with emotions in the most elegant calligraphy

The feather flirts with the paper in tickles as it writes

Dip the pen into the ink pot, as my thoughts are escaping from within, fleeing to papers spot

The quill makes the heart quiver, as the writer in me comes to life at its sight. Drizzling words the final draft

Leaking my soul for all to uphold the feather take flight upon the paper that is my heart. Art!

Dribbling to no end, hand cramps. Just one more trickle, and its final splash. Declaring “The End”

Feather light put back in it spot, as the lamp is turned off. Writer’s delight to have waltzed delicately in cursive perfectly 

Until we me again, me and that gorgeous feather quill pen

Word Prompt: Quill