In the turmoil…that is when faith works best-RandomwordbyRuth
My faith demands – this is not optional – my faith demands that I do whatever I can, wherever I can, whenever I can, for as long as I can with whatever I have to try to make a difference…
America did not invent human rights. In a very real sense… human rights invented America.
I envision her.
I think of us.
I relinquish my trust.
bouts of tears and turmoil.
In the midst of
incidents of glad-tidings, glad-rags and grand gestures.
I find myself muddled in the mire.
A lost child bewildered in the wilderness.
My steps heavy, lacking desire.
I have slipped into the shade of doubt.
Words are empty acts of kindness.
The inside…left out.
It is only then…when the hunger for mercy cries for, ‘help.’
Only deep in the depth of pity…are the shades lifted.
And, the glow of your being comes into view.
With darkness of mind…
When the sky falls.
I heed your call.
‘I love you’…cautions all.
The greatest defense we have for the monsters under the bed? Laughter!
I had been told once…
‘Begin the day by tickling the person to your left!’
So, in good fashion,
I began to give my spouse a tickle and whisper in her ear…She promptly knee’d me in the groin and told me it was…
‘it’s too early in the morning to start that stuff!’