Journeying

This is not going to be an atypical Thanksgiving post.  Don't be alarmed, and try to be open minded as you read this. Every year we sit down and stuff ourselves full of the good stuff.  Turkey, mashed potatoes, dressing (my personal favorite), pumpkin pie, pecan pie, coconut cream pie... How much longer do I have till lunch? I'm making myself hungry. We "count our blessings" in the manner that we have friends, family, good health, a job, a roof over our heads...etc., etc. But what about the things we don't see as clearly?  I'm thankful this year is almost over.  If another stressful event happens to me in the next month, I won't be surprised.  It seems to be the theme of my year.  "Let's see how far he can be pushed."   In February I posted this:  " In the past several weeks and months I have imagined God saying to satan 'Have you considered my servant Mike?' The same way He did with Job." I still feel exactly that way.  Tes

Several weeks ago I posted a Facebook status about writing a poem in 90 seconds, that I had been trying to write for a week and it just never worked.  Then there was that one moment and BOOM like lightning it was completed and rather beautiful. I was encouraged to share that poem since I had talked about it in a status.  That's not going to happen.  It's too personal and private for public sharing. However I did compose a new one this morning.  This one took about ten minutes total.  It's ironic because the line I hated the most the first time through, has now given me the title. Thanks to my friend Amy T. for reading it so I could have a fresh set of eyes looking at it. Safety Net When there's a smile on your face I'll be there for you When you feel you've lost your place I'll help find you  If your heart is shattered I'm still around If you don't believe you ever mattered I'm here to lift you off the ground Should your life be full of joy and b