The Creative Realm

A quiet cup, a steady breath,
A life unburdened, light as rest.
Less on the shelf, less in the mind,
And suddenly, more peace you find.

No measuring heart against another,
No borrowed dreams, no hidden agenda,
Your path is yours—unrushed, aware,
Simple footsteps, sacred air.

Spaces cleared, Room to breath,
Each object known, each purpose named.
What remains is calm and true—
Room for grace to move through you.

The sweetest things need little show,
A simple mailbox placed in the row,.
Garnish is not the meal we seek,
But truth that steadies strong and meek.

Remember the One who makes all new,
Who keeps each promise firm and true.
Creator, Sustainer, love made way,
Redeemer guiding night to day.

So live unburdened, heart sincere,
Expect what matters, hold it near.
In quiet trust your days unfold—
A simple life, more rich than gold.

Sometimes you need a little magic in your life? Vernon Magic

The moon is radiant tonight. My Mama's adoration for gazing at the moon continues to inspire me.

Now, in the radiant presence of Jesus, I wonder if she's reveling in even more breathtaking celestial marvels in paradise.

Can you envision the soul-stirring beauty that awaits us when God fashions the new heavens and the recreated earth? The promise of experiencing it all together as the family of God in the resurrection fills me with boundless hope and anticipation.

Winter hushes the world while fire tells it a secret.

Life is a vibrant tapestry of endless possibility, and you are a masterpiece crafted by God , embodying unparalleled potential and purpose.

With my final breath, I rise above, free from the curse of sin and death. 💫

A dark-haired girl strolls the neighborhood lane,
A country town tucked inside New York rain.
Her cat on a leash, quite proud, quite sure,
As if this small walk were a grand world tour. 🐈

Winter boots thump on the old stone way,
Yet spring has found her thoughts today.
Flowers lean close, butterflies dare, 🦋
To flirt with the chill present in the air.

She smiles envisioning blossoms, brave and new, 🌺
While carrying aches the last year grew.
Some winter days are heavy, some quietly hard,
Love leave its mark with each tender scar.

But hope steps lightly beside her now,
Soft as the breeze brushing branch and bough.
Better days feel closer, not far, not few,
Like buds that open when ready to bloom. 🌷

So she walks on—cat, boots, and heart in tow,
Past what has hurt, toward what will grow. 🌻