I have the ability to detach
let the fog roll in and relax
But the flowers on my table
and the crisp, cool morning air
draw me back to beauty.
I have the ability to check-out
and act like everything is fine.
I can move and watch myself
No one knows its me.
I want to run away.
Flee like a bird to
that mountain in the Psalms.
Don’t let me sink.
Don’t let me grow numb.
Don’t let me lie down and sleep
my life away.
I have the ability to seek peace
and pursue it.
I have the ability to stand in the war
and fight for you.
I have the ability to help you hear
Published by Sheila Dougal
Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago.
I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated.
It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King.
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