When the…

 

When the latte comes and is a caramel apple cider.

When the order is cancelled and a local store is found.

When the gift wanted is gone and one unexpected comes.

When old behaviour returns threatening the newer and better.

When grace seems hard and patience is scarcely found.

When faith in the hard times seems a stunted mustard seed shadow.

When the tears come ragged and burning as a hoped for good goes.

When you come to it and hate the part when you go through it.

When the other side is reached and you are worn out but there.

When silly antics break the tension and laughter rings loud.

When it seems to unravel wildly and something new is woven.

When the cold snap comes hard and you stay cozy warm.

When the storm rages inside and out you remember to dance.

Remember to dance. In the rain. In the storm. In the pain.

Remember that faith isn’t for easy times but hard ones.

Remember grace is given freely, to you and from you.

Remember to cherish moments small, 

In years to come they will be large.

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Yesterday wasn’t the day I had planned, but God loves a laugh and made me a planner. I am learning to use my emotional sea legs to go with the flow and enjoy the detours as much as my well planned (but often way to boring) route. I don’t always get where I thought I would be going but the amazing people in my life make the journey worth the side roads and detours. We always find the best stuff on the extra mile and that extra mile is never wide, paved or brightly lit.

 

So remember…when the muse leaves it will return. But not as you expect.  I missed my poetry and my blogging. But in doing a Christmas handicraft with my son I discovered an older love for working with fibres and yarn I had forgotten. So my muse came back in paints, yarn and finally this poem. I don’t know if I am ‘back’ but even a visit is better than being totally absent.

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