Broken Trust?

Why?  Trusted you!  You had changed... but in a moment things return to how they use to be... maybe worse... I let you close, you brake me.  I distance you, and we get better...  Maybe we are just not meant to be...

At least, after all that, you took me to see The Village.  At least that is one redeeming thing of today...

~ Morria

Seizures and Poetry...

My body continues to weaken....though the seizures are not quiet as intense now that I am not working all day in the heat.

 I should be getting in to see a doctor very soon about my seizures...keep that in prayer...I am scared.  In fact here are the dates for my appointments...

MRI the 19th

EEG the 28th

see doc (nervous system) August 9th

I hate being as weak as I am....

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Bitter torcher in my flesh,
As each night this torment doth return,
and my strength is again drained.

God of light, I thank Thee for the mercy
A loving warrior, my love to be.
I thank Thee that tis he who does now care for me.

© 2004 MMH/MMN

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A lone maiden wonders acrossed the misty moors,
her steps are slow and painful
her heart is heavy with sorrow.

Towards the ashen skys she lifts her head and crys,
"Is there no one to journey this road with me, my God?
Is there none who can handle tending to this princess?

To so many I am a warrior maiden,
never seeming to need there aid.
But You, my Father, know just how I really am.
For beneath this warrior's armor is an ill little girl."

She stood quietly the tears streaming down.

Twas not long before a princely knight came up beside her.
He knelt before her, "Princess, my sword is yours..."
He rose up and cradled her in his arms.
"My love, you I shall protect and tend to.
Together we shall fight the battle Our God has called us to.
I will never leave you."

The princess settled into his arms, and together the two journeyed on.

 © 2004 MMH/MMN

 This is what I long for...when I am alone.

~ Morria

Illness returns, yet again...

My seizures and illness are back with a vengeance....Pray for my strength to withhold during these “spells”, and for me to have the courage to tell my parents who only know of the immune dysregulation.

Mom had me check my temp and all...because I am being so low...both emotionally and physically...and once again I am in a "spell"...grr. Which I already knew, just did not want to admit.

On the bright side, I am planning to go swimming tonight....

~ Morria

First Things

Sometimes, to stir the coals of the spirit woman, one must go back to the first things, the simple worship and dancing foolishly before His thrown, the morning devotional book, the prayer, and the Bible reading, and not doing because one has to...but from the heart....

Joy comes like the first moonbeams of the summer's eve, and the newly twinkling stars of the night sky...so pure and so sweet.

~ Morria

Of Bare Feet and Bicycles...

I am a gypsy of sorts... nothing makes me happier than to dash about with my feet bare.  To splash about in the puddles of a summer thunder storm.  To dance in the rain and feel each drop caress my face. Aye, that is what makes this gypsy goth gal dance.

I long for the open road, just me and my bicycle, "Meg".  If it were up to me, I would set off a crossed country just me, "Meg", and whatever I could fit in a bike trailer.  I would stay at churches, visit friends, and just be free.  Would that I were healthier, so that I might do it!

~ Morria

Balm

Hands of Mercy, Hands of Grace, Flowing down from Thy Divine place. 
Words of Love, Words of Joy, Dancing into my immortal soul.

Look of Peace, Look of Promise, Shining out from Thy Holy face. Soothing balm, Soothing clam, Have now You sent to me

 To fill this my bitter hole. 

© 2004 MMH/MMN

~ Morria

Broken Wings...

Being a fool for Christ is not that hard, when you have been a fool anyway.   LOL.   Then again, a fool for Christ is a totally different breed of fool.

Living day to day is so strange and new...this is an exciting adventure.   I am now able to slow down and not worry so much.   If I have a job tomorrow, I will.   If love lasts, it will.  If food is here, it is.   I am not as far as I need to be, but it is a start...and wow.  Open road for this gypsy gal is returning soon.

Filling out job apps today.  LOL. We’ll see how that goes… my luck not too far. Also, made a new friend in Robby "Jesus Freak" Nickles... he is a good guy.

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Fallen Angel with broken wings,

The ash clouding thine eyes.

When will the dust settle,

And the ink turn green?

Fallen Angel with broken wings

The ash choking thy song,

When will the air clear,

And  the music ring true?

Fallen Angel now restored,

The ash now flown away,

Now the ink is green,

And the song is true.

Write and praise now, 

Thy Holy King.

© 2004 MMH/MMN

~ Morria