VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
August 15

It is only a tiny rosebud,
a flower of God's design.
But, I cannot unfold the petals
with these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
isn't known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
while in my hands it would die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
this flower of God's design;
then how can I have the wisdom
to unfold this life of mine?
So, I'll trust, in Him,
for leading me every moment of my day.
I will look to Him for His guidance,
each step along the way.
For the path that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold each moment,
just as He unfolds the rose.

Please share this with a friend,
if you enjoyed being reminded to let go .....
and let God unfold your life.

I have to let him hold my life I can't


Well the process has been started, three hours in the chair, and one hell of a headache later, I am questtioning the wisdom in spending all the money to save one tooth I never took care of anyhow. My my thought to ponder.


I fugure that it's now time once again to be put out of thought, it seems that always from June 13 to August 13 you re-visit the memory and then put it away until the next year, so I guess I'll hear from you again sometime next year. You know one of these days I may not be here to come back to.


Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
- Author Unknown -


I question why I cannot find someone to share my verbal thoughts with, I write in here every day, but yet I am finding when I have no one to communicate with verbal, someone that I connect with, someone that I can reveal all these fears, and sorrows and joys and moments with that I cannot even communicate them in the written form, I feel so stifled by not having someone else in my life, that special someone that I can talk to about everything and anything, I find myself falling back on my memories, and hoping, no wishing to have some things back again. I recalled what this day was. so that says where my thoughts have been


It seems like I would be used to the silence in this house. I would be used to the empty bed, and the loneliness that swallows me sometimes, but yet I'm not. Sometimes I wonder what I have done so wrong in this life to be punished like with the isolation I feel from the rest of the world. I ask myself often what is wrong with me, why don't I fit in. It is and always has been me looking in from the outside, never having a place of my own in this world but always circling around all those that seem to have so much more.


Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
- Samuel Butler -


I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.
- Albert Einstein -


Hold my hand
Lead me forward
Allow not a glance backwards
For the future is mine
To shape and mold
To fit me
Darkness be gone
and the light shineth through


the words rip me apart,
they twist inside my head
I pray for silence
no more words
no more thoughts
no more questions
and no more accusation

I crave peace
internal and external
if I were deaf
I would not hear
but would I still feel
the pain and the torment
of the words

A fist beating upon
my body could not hurt as bad
as the words do on my heart
the searing pain they cause
tears come
I can't help it
please just let me be me
accept me for what and who I am
do not punish me longer
let me be


For the things we have to learn before we can do them, we learn by doing them.
- Aristotle -