Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

I know a lot of people make resolutions or claim that they are going to be a different person at the beginning of the year, but I decided that I would focus on the bigger picture for 2018.  I expressed how thankful I was for the many blessings that I have in my life, but I believe that this year I need to actually express my appreciation to the people in my life.  I find it imperative that the people in my life know how much they truly mean to me.

Along with expressing my appreciation more, I am going to start saying “when instead of “if“.  If I don’t believe that I am deserving and capable of certain events happening in my life, no one else will believe in me either.  I have to speak things into existence while putting in the work if I want them to come into  fruition.  So, when I say something is going to happen, I cannot have any doubts that it will.  I have to believe in myself enough to know that everything I want to achieve is possible.

Do you have any goals or plans for 2018?



A bit of happiness,
only a fragment of what
I thought it should be.
Currently searching
for more, but
I’d rather search for more
and have a bit
than to have never known
its warmth.
Maybe it is the only particle
I will ever receive,
and that’s fine.
A glimmer of happiness
is better than living
without it.
To feel that spark
is better than to never
feel it at all.


via Daily Prompt: Crumb

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream; 
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep! 
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp? 
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave? 
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Spring In The South by Henry Van Dyke

Now in the oak the sap of life is welling,
Tho’ to the bough the rusty leafage clings;
Now on the elm the misty buds are swelling,
See how the pine-wood grows alive with wings;
Blue-jays fluttering, yodeling and crying,
Meadow-larks sailing low above the faded grass,
Red-birds whistling clear, silent robins flying,–
Who has waked the birds up? What has come to pass?

Last year’s cotton-plants, desolately bowing,
Tremble in the March-wind, ragged and forlorn;
Red are the hill-sides of the early ploughing,
Gray are the lowlands, waiting for the corn.
Earth seems asleep still, but she’s only feigning;
Deep in her bosom thrills a sweet unrest.
Look where the jasmine lavishly is raining
Jove’s golden shower into Danae’s breast!

Now on the plum the snowy bloom is sifted,
Now on the peach the glory of the rose,
Over the hills a tender haze is drifted,
Full to the brim the yellow river flows.
Dark cypress boughs with vivid jewels glisten,
Greener than emeralds shining in the sun.
Who has wrought the magic? Listen, sweetheart, listen!
The mocking-bird is singing Spring has begun.

Hark, in his song no tremor of misgiving!
All of his heart he pours into his lay,–
“Love, love, love, and pure delight of living:
Winter is forgotten: here’s a happy day!”
Fair in your face I read the flowery presage,
Snowy on your brow and rosy on your mouth:
Sweet in your voice I hear the season’s message,–
Love, love, love, and Spring in the South!


I know I haven't been very understanding,
But please
Bear with me.
I want to be a mirror of empathy.
To not just reflect on how you feel,
But to truly feel it,
And know the misery you've experienced.
I want to be able to smile as bright as you did 
When you felt on top of the world.
The lows, I will not neglect those.
Take the words of your stories,
And tie my wrists together with them.
Let the tales of suffering burn me 
And let the tales of bliss heal me.
Please, just trust me,
To be vulnerable.
Let me help you up when you reach the bottom
And rejoice with you when you reach the top,
As you have done for me.
It is now my turn to be there for you.

– J. S. Atkins

The Gift Of

But God gives to some the gift of marriage, and to others the gift of singleness. (NLT) ( 1 Corinthians 7:7 )

Singleness is a gift. Marriage is a gift. Paul writes that both of these statuses are gifts. Don’t buy into the cultural belief that you need to be married to be happy. Nor should you view marriage as a ball and chain. If you are dissatisfied with the gift God has given you, then ask God to change your view on your status. Whether you recognize it or not, you are blessed with a gift.

From the Devotion app