~ Count Again ~

Something is
missing,
I feel it in the fiber
the marrow
the deep-heart soul.
Fatigue and weariness
overpower
and there feels to be
no escaping it.

Joy is amiss.
Smile on the lips - forced.
Laughter, inaudible.

Stress conquers at every turn,
in every form of life.
The smallest task
becomes a mountain to climb.
Energy has collapsed
and the will -
halted.

The pressure of it all,
lingers unwanted ... draining life energy.
Things like this can weary a soul.
Not only physically, but mentally and
spiritually.

A voice whispers in the darkness ...
"You're not counting.  You haven't for awhile now.
Start today! - right now! - count your daily gifts."

"Ahhhh...that's it!  This is what has been missing."
I feel the void within being -
at every turn.  In every thought, deed and action.

I quickly go to my pages lined in silver
laying open on the kitchen counter ... just waiting.
Waiting patiently for me
to again open my eyes and see!
See His gifts - no matter life's circumstances -
right before me
inbetween all of the mess, stress, chaos and life-living,
hovering there in the quiet to be
clinged onto and claimed by
seeing, thanking and writing.

Pen to paper I write as if it's a last moments hope:

* Remembering to count - again!

*Dear friend carving time out of her day,
  just to spend some precious moments with me.

* The word: "possible."

* Hope

* Him carrying me when I can't walk

* Kind words

* Sunshine day

* Enduring

* Hard-working hubby.  Always.  Wherever he goes.

* My children stepping up and doing their best.
   Not someone else's best - their own.

Burden lifted.  Oxygen more freely flowing through heart-veins,
the empty is filled
once again. 

Who knew that such a simple act of
counting
could fill the void with joy and
proof
of His love?

I will never stop counting again.



"Count blessings and discover
Who
can be counted on."
-Ann Voskamp