Postscript (PS)

I want to write a book or a story something.
It's a little seed right now, itching to find its way out into the sunshine.
Characters flit through my mind, leaving behind their scent and shadows.
I wonder if it will come through my fingers or not.

Time will tell

Love

There is a yearning deep within me to love people.

Unfortunately I'm not really "good" so I don't have that yearning with everyone. That would make obnoxious and annoying people in my life easier to tolerate. I suppose for that I must learn that golden nugget called patience.

Sometimes I'm not sure that what I do says love to those I love the most. Or even those who love me most.

I'm not patient.
I love to talk - to a fault.
I let my tiredness affect my moods.
I am not always gentle.
I am blunt.
I am not always brave enough to be blunt in a situation that surprises me.

So starting from tonight, I pledge to be kind but wise in my words.
To love fully those all around me.
To listen first and encourage second. My concerns can wait.
To speak sweetly and with love.
To have the courage to speak out when I need to and the wisdom to hold my tongue as well.

There are so many people around me that I have been blessed with. I feel as if I'm not really close to many although I could be.
I always seem to be missing that essential element called time. It slips through my fingers, a whispering silk scarf lost beneath the bridge.

Help me, Father, to love and to live for You.