I read Luke 15:11-32 and found out how much sense it really made.
We all have shoes and create our paths with it. We all have shoes that lead us in right and wrong directions. We all have shoes that at times we take advantage of and go without thinking.
The shoes I’ve worn tell many stories. Stories that I have yet to tell but, this story is one I can tell. These shoes have showed me a path worth loving and praising about. With my shoes I found love in The Lord. I found that instead of using and abusing I need to appreciate everything in life. I need to realize that anything can be taken away from me at the snap of a finger.
The great thing about finding your shoes is that if you’ve gone on the wrong path all you have to do is turn around and take the next path. Nothing is set in stone and The Lord is always listening and ready to forgive.
I do have my shoes but my path has yet to be set. I have yet to find the correct direction it is to go in. The only thing I am sure of is that my shoes are following the path of The Lord. I no longer want to be lost. I no longer want to worry or be afraid.
Where are your shoes? Have they led you in the direction of life that you’ve wanted them to lead you in? Have you found your path?
My shoes are forever planted on my feet. My shoes are forever leading me in the direction of light and love. I may stumble along the way but I know that The Lord is there to help me when I do.
My shoes are with me. Where are yours???
You try, try, and try again but you don’t succeed.
You try, try, and try some more yet, still no success.
Another thought, another attempt and nothing.
That’s how life works,,,,
You try until you can’t try anymore. With every idea comes hope and faith. With every attempt comes belief that something good comes out of it.
You try, try, and try until you’ve found your passions. Until you’ve found your success.
Never give up and never lose faith.
You try, try, and try until………
As you ask questions read and they all will be answered. The word of The Lord gives insight.
With this I’ve found a prayer that has helped me through my troubled times.
Please help me in this time of loss and overwhelming grief. I don’t understand why my life is filled with this pain and heartache. But I turn my eyes to you as I seek to find the strength to trust in your faithfulness. I will wait on you and not despair; I will quietly wait for your salvation. My heart is crushed, but I know that you will not abandon me forever. Please show me your compassion, Lord. Help me through the pain so that I will hope in you again. I believe this promise in your Word to send me fresh mercy each day. Though I can’t see past today, I trust your great love will never fail me.
I hope it brings you peace and guidance.
There is confusion running through my mind.
There is a sense of loss within my body.
Could this truly be reality or am I in a never ending dream?
What do you do? Where do you go?
How do you explain the struggle? And is life really all worth it?
The heart’s a mess. The mind is in shambles.
Words aren’t written and there’s no room for concentration.
You want to go away but where would you go? Is it worth leaving them behind?
Take them with you but you know they aren’t budging.
The heart’s a mess. The mind is in shambles.
Locked in the bathroom I’m on my knees and pray. The only moments I can spend alone to reflect on what this past week and these past months have brought into my life. You leaving me is my biggest pain. I go through my days as if nothing has happened. As if I’m living a nightmare and praying for The Lord to wake me up with good news. I have yet to accept it and I don’t think I ever will. You’re mentioned in all my conversations. I can’t help but feel that you’ll walk into that door and ask me to make you something to eat. Only God knows why and I never ask why. It’s just too hard for me to accept.
From now on I have a piece of my heart missing. A piece that can never be filled because you belonged there. I don’t cry because I have hate in my heart I cry because I need strength. Strength to make it through each day in hopes that I make you proud. Strength in order to raise your daughter as you would want her to be raise. I pray and hope each day that I will find a way to contact you. Or find a way to know that you are up above watching over all of us. It was too soon for you but I am sure God hD a better purpose for you.
Everyday I asked for you. Asked how you were doing and everyone told me fine. I’d text and call but no response so I assumed you were alright. Last I saw your smile and heard you laugh was in February and ohh how I miss hearing your voice.
Since last week I’ve contemplated whether I made the right decision leaving. Maybe if I were home more often. Maybe if I would have came to visit more. Maybe if I was just here would you life have changed? Would God have spared you for just a little while longer?
I would make you all the chocolate chip pies you’d want if you could walk through that door.
I can’t accept it. It’s so surreal to me right now. Someone please pinch me. Wake me up and let me know it was all a hoax.
I can’t cry and I don’t know why. You’re on my mind constantly, I’m going to live through you now.
God, just take care of my Black is all I ask.
This won’t be the last I write of you because you’ve filled my mind and it overflowing with your memories.
To my guardian angel, I love you Francis.