La Veranera

Sick.
Sick and tired.
Sick and tired of being sick.
Sick and tired of being dead tired I am!
Tired and sick of being tired.
Tired and sick.
Tired.

There was a season of time between mangoes and pixbae when I had to decide, Am I sick and tired, or shall I continue believing, breathing, and living in bright color in this dark, colorless space?  

He used the flower of la veranera to prompt my response. Yesterday I decided to live, reflect His Light, and breathe His Spirit. I wrote again from another dimension of space, beyond this season of flies, mosquitoes, and infectious disease of dark shadows, doubt, and despair.

Connection is everything. La Veranera knows it cannot survive disconnected from the source of life.

Living.
Living and breathing.
Living and breathing I am.
Living and breathing, I am alive.
Living and breathing and believing I am!
Living and breathing, I am alive.
Living and breathing I am.
Living and breathing.
Living.

Breathing was important. My focus affected my breathing. Losing my focus put me in the scope and sights of those who would have stolen my joy, killed my hope, and destroyed my life. I had to breathe, focus, and stay out of the scope one more day. It’s time to shoot, move, and communicate.

Rx: Isaiah 40:8 and John 15:5

4 thoughts on “La Veranera

    1. There is plenty of fuel for thought! I’m still looking and selecting the best fuel for my thoughts. Music helps, images illuminate, and words inspire! Thanks Katherine!

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