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Looking up from the bottom of the well…

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Good Morning….

Hopeannfaith here, looking up from the bottom of the emotional well, again.

Things appear to feel the same this morning as they did last evening. Yet, the sun is shining in the windows in a peaceful, comforting way. I’ve decided to find my solace in the lap of my Heavenly Father. This will assist me in not finding blame in my families inability to comfort me in their need.

The decision, though, does not comfort that inner emptiness, yet. I want too much from the people in my life, I guess. I told my husband this morning that I just feel alone. I am blessed with him! He did not take offense, or appeared not too. He is simply kind to me, even though I don’t think that I deserve it.


Rain of tears

So I stand at the bottom of the well, with only the puddle of water from the raining tears that fall at my feet. As I shuffle around in the deepening puddle, waiting, I realize there are small tinkling items amongst the rain drops. As, a comforting beam of sunlight shines down onto the rippled glass surface I see the coins.

Epiphany! I stand and shuffle amongst all of the wishes that have been tossed into the well.  Your wishes, my wishes…The dust particles sparkle in the sunshowers rays, like glitter from heaven, around me. The ray of warmth causes all the wishes to gleem at my feet…As the comfort from all of this envelopes my heart and spirit I remember to….

Continue to Look up…that is where my help comes from.

Psalm 121:1-3       I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
                                  From whence comes my help?
                               My help comes from the LORD,
                                  Who made heaven and earth. 
                               He will not allow your foot to be moved;
                                  He who keeps you will not slumber.

I know this to be the truth, yet, still…


Author: Hopeannfaith

Welcome, I'm Andrea ... HOPEannFAITH ... I write and take pictures as a way of expression. These are gifts given by a loving and indulgent Father, to a headstrong and stubborn daughter, with much to say. A semi-retired social worker/secretary, I now call myself a writer. I've published one internet article and written many blog posts. However, publishing does not make one a writer, anymore than taking a box camera to the park makes one a photographer. What makes one who and what they are? Well God for one ... formed me before the foundations of this world (Psalm 139); and many, many years after putting away my passion for wordsmithing and picture taking He gave it back ... in droves. I am a culmination of my choices and experiences. It is here that my experiences color the world in print and color. It is my goal to reach just one soul a day with love ... encouragement ... understanding or just letting that soul know that they are not alone where they are today. This is about creating ~ all of it. Creating a HOLY and SACRED place where the ugly truth can be healed and the beauty of a moment or a tear can brighten a day for the experience. Why HOPEannFAITH? Hopeannfaith is my inner child, and she is maturing, as she should have done all along. She is learning all about how Faith fulfills Hope. She is learning how to live. HOPEannFAITH ~ the wonder twins all wrapped up in one, me. These are my Journey Journals ~ written and visual. I welcome your company. I welcome your friendships. My Journey is in the light ~ although I have and will share the shadowy corners and the dark ~ so you know that you are never alone there. If we hold hands in the dark, and we walk, side by side, through the shadow, we will reach the Light together. In relationship with one another and with the Light. Blessings.

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