"Today is a blank page. Yes, there are some things that need to be written in, and you could surrender your pen to them, letting events, exceptions, tests, and the judgements of others write this chapter. Or, you could take some time with God, that author and completer of your Faith and start writing today as the adventure He shows you it can be."-Rob Coscia "My heart is overflowing with a good theme as I recite my composition for the King. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."- Psalm 45:1
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Lake Girl-A Poem
I'm such a lake girl. That explains
a lot about me. I love spending
time by the lakes even if they are
small ones. Growing up by one might
have something to do with that.
Maybe it is the look of the sun on
the water. The shiney dots on and
on in the water. Maybe it is the
people around it fishing. Bringing
back good old memories for me.
I know it is the peaceful feeling
when nothing around you seems
right or hard. The wind blowing
in your hair making you think
you are care free. It is the small
waves getting bigger and bigger
with the wind.
Showing you that life can be
rough sometime. Yet at the
same time there can be smooth
moments too. It is a lot prettier
with the bring blue sky out.
Seeing God's creation all around
you.
Making you want more of it. You
can never get enough. Swimming
in that brown water time and time
again. Now that I think about it
big or small I do love the lake.
From pond size to two states wide.
I've been around lakes all my life.
Written By: Tiffney Wilson
Written On: Feb. 11th, 2017
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