writer stories of Gods Grace Community Group
This group is looking for those with a passion to write. We would like you to share you life in how Gods Grace has and is working in your life. I am basically self taught in my writing style. The style you write is not important sharing Gods Grace is. When giving feedback tell the writer how it made you feel.
Hello to all you writers of stories of God's Grace and thanks to Cathypurple for inviting me. In general I have lived through so much. From early childhood traumas, on through a difficult marriage, losses, divorce, to raising four now grown children on my own, and into my now single autumn season of life, I've written a lot of prose and poetry often reflecting God's grace in my life. I plan to share some of my stories, prose and poetry with you all. But more about some of my background. Medically I've suffered and am recovering from a broken right shoulder, two carpal tunnel surgeries, overall joint pains and struggle with low bi-polar and mild depression. My finger tips are still numb to type, so I can be at the key board short periods. So gradually week by week I'll share my writings. Four times a week I go to physical therapy and fitness and need to leave now. I will be in touch again. God bless.
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Hi all! This is for those of you that have or have had the same neurologist for 4 years or more. I have been with mine now since 2009. He is one of the best movement disorder secialists in the midwest. I know he is extremely busy on the lecture circuit now and in fact not taking new patients there is a huge waiting list for him. BUT.... I feel like my visits are not what they use to be. He...
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I gave my 2 week notice last Friday 13th. Now to join you fine people in a life of leisure and nothing else to do but to look out for myself....is it just me or does that sound pretty boring? My goal was to live to retire and I guess having to take early retirement because of health reasons wasn't exactly the way I had planned things. I just can't stay in that building that is reeking mildew...
Look forward to reading your work.
May God bless you
Though life seems a mystery
ager I struggled with an abusive dysfunctional violent home life where I cared for parents, younger brothers, household, school art and writing. I believed the Bible and that by God's grace somehow we survived.
UPON A GRASSY KNOLL
Upon a grassy knoll I sat
Beneath skies of blue
Pondered meaning & destiny
Cleared confusion and tears
The world so wide beckoned
To move beyond my fears
Beyond the panorama view
To chart my destiny across the other side
Than what I been through I knew
There's a grander design
To unfold with discovery
As I went forth on life's journey
Though life seems a mystery
Sometimes through paths dark or light
I knew I'm in the Lord's sight
The Shepard's staff keeps me.
Purpledots 1967
was very good well thought out
I felt you searching for God
thanks for sharing
They make soft ware that you can load on your machine that types as you speak...it is not that expensive but it takes awhile to set up as you have to teach the software your tone of voice...you can even say delete or backspace and it does all that for you. You end your sentences and you say period....then you say new paragraph and it does all the work for you...it is a microsoft program...thanks for sharing and welcome...hugs
Donna
I use a program bigshot that enlarges my screen to 200%.
One day I would like the one you are talking about
peace
cathi
RUNNING AFTER LIFE: Flowing with sap high, fleeting so fast, I run after life to catch the light beam or trace the highway. Open my lungs, soul, & mind, aspire to learn all aspects of life find. Into every moment cram all experience. Fleeting so fast in whirlwind of activity, everything to gain. Up mountains of pleasure, down valleys of pain. Thoughts rise to lofty skies, upon a wild river emotion rides. Fantasy wishes sail the ocean, but the home commotion makes my heart cry. Beneath reality I dig treasures of nuance. Fuels of life propel me high. I drink music, paint, write poetry, create, study at the university. Can't stop fleeting so fast. Everything I try to gain. Yet missing life I sigh, never neglecting an idle moment to let it wonder without aim amidst the essence of life itself.
NOTES OF NIGHT:
With petal softness twilight is dropping in. Notes of descending pianissimos of blue to violet shades. The curtain of velvet hue darkens to rich Prussian blue. As notes upon the piano tinkle, stars begin to twinkle. Till full chorus arise in the firmament skies proclaim heaven's song. Stars of the cosmos sing a lullaby to Earth through the whole night long.
SPRING RAIN:
It is raining softly on the spring air of the day newly sprung from winter's cold. Green bulbs and shoots from the ground push forth to life. From brown earth yellow crocci bloom. Forsythia & jonquils dot the fragrant hills. Inhaling the fragrance my spirit fills with freshness. Then the pitter patter of rain d roans away my inner pain. Touched by Spring's beauty there is peace in my heart. Amidst turmoil of society, nature grants me peace through beauty. Times I wrote of daily frustrations so many. And times I write of harmony. For both touch me sadness and peace.