watering seeds

Linking up today with others at Five Minute Friday, where a tribe of writers write for five minutes straight on a single prompt. No fancy edits, just writing for the fun of it! Hop on over to Kate Motaung's place to find out how to join in! Today's prompt is doubt.



If hope is that thing with feathers that sits within the soul, doubt is the anchor tied to our weary feet that sinks fast and weighs us down more than anything else. 

Hope springs eternal, but doubt kills.

The other morning I was standing at my kitchen sink watering the succulent that is on my window sill, and words formed in my spirit. They were unmistakable. A message from either my soul, or the Divine, I'm not sure which, but the words were almost loud enough for me to hear with my ears.

"Are you watering seeds of doubt, or seeds of faith?"

It was one of those times where I stopped dead in my tracks, with the water glass positioned in mid-air, as I let those words roll around in my head, and make their way the twelve or so inches down to my heart. 

In fact, those words were so profound that I spent the rest of the day thinking about them. I couldn't shake them.

See, lately, with some long standing health issues that don't seem to want to move on out of my life, I've had my doubts at times that I'll ever be without them. 

They seem like a boat anchor tied to my feet, keeping my faith from soaring. Keeping my eyes down low, down at my feet instead of up, up into the grand future that God has planned out for me.

I've decided since that message from the Divine that I need to get my watering can out and give my faith a drink of bright cool water. And refresh my weary soul.




Thanks for stopping by today, friend!
I hope your weary soul is refreshed!

Blessings to you!

~Anne

grounds for celebration

What will you celebrate today? It probably won't be the numbers on the scale or the meals that you planned for the week. It likely won't be the errands you need to run, or the fact that your child had a note sent home from the teacher.

I find that sometimes I need to go on a scavenger hunt to find things to celebrate. I hate to say that, but it's true. Some days are harder than others.

Most days feel insignificant and I feel small. What is there to celebrate in that? 

It's then that the day needs to be reduced down to the smallest possible denominator. 

air
water
body
health
love
eyes
nose
ears
hands
legs...

I know I can celebrate each of these things that have so graciously been given to me. And, most times I don't even think about them, unless one of them doesn't seem to be working properly. Even then, it would be grounds for celebration.

I celebrate you and me. I celebrate life.  I celebrate my family. I celebrate my friends.

Even the ending of good things can be celebrated. The ending of good things makes way for more good things to enter in.

Let's celebrate the small. Let's celebrate each other. Let's celebrate the gifts we've been given.

What are you celebrating today?

Blessings to you today, friend.

~Anne

Thanks for stopping by for Five Minute Friday, where a tribe of writers write for five minutes straight on a given prompt. Stop on over to Kate Motaung's blog to read all about it and join in!! This week's prompt is celebrate.

a psalm of gratitude

healing, wisdom, friends,
courage, creativity, 
family, trust,
healthy self-love, 
boundaries--and more and more are 
all because of Him and all from Him 

forgiveness, cleansing, insight, intuition, knowing, 

all from Him

light, dark, 
each step I take, 
each muscle I move is because of Him

the shadows I make as I walk, 
from Him
the sunlight on my hair--from Him

ears to hear with
eyes to see with
a mouth to taste with
hands to touch with
a nose to smell with

all from Him

a mind to reason with
a heart to love with
arms to hug with
all from Him

legs to keep moving forward
and the will to keep going

all from Him

fresh drink of cool water
food to nourish my body and soul
the bread and the wine
all from Him

fish in the sea
bird in the tree
owl on the branch
snail on the path

all from Him

my head on the pillow
my time to dream
peaceful sleep is from Him

Nothing good in my life exists apart from Him.

"Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow." James 1:17

Blessings to you today, friend!

~Anne

Linking up today with Coffee for Your Heart.