Wednesday, September 30, 2009

A Prayer at 3

At three in the morning, I'm awake while the rest of the world sleeps.  And at this hour, I  think not of myself but of others; others who might also be awake with me, who might need a prayer at 3.
  • The woman on her way home from a long night out...struggling to get the key in her car, and  suddenly is raped by the faceless man
  • The child that's locked in his closet trying not to hear his parents' screams again... more bruises than words
  • The father sneaking into his little girl's bedroom not to kiss her goodnight but to take advantage of her sweet innocence
  • The reformed alcoholic that's desparately trying not to have that 'one' drink
  • The brave soldiers that are attacked at night by yet another devious enemy
  • The country that sleeps through another night, not of a sudden economy crash, but of a ten decade famine 
These are some of the ugly stories of our wicked world, not only at 3am but at any given time.  The truths that we somehow deny or sweep under the rug, or hide in the skeleton closet.  These are the little things that no one dare speak of.  These are the cares of the world, but not of our world.  No... our world is perfect... filled with empty promises, misguided dillusions, and white lies...  the smile-painted faces we show our neighbors, the blind eyes that show no sign of remorse.

I invite you to share a moment of prayer for those who have a more distressed life than our own.  We are in the end (rather beginning) brothers and sisters.  So when you can't sleep at night and wonder about your own life and your own troubles, do yourself a favor, think of someone else's troubles and intercede for them with just a simple prayer of love.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Music is my Muse

Today music is my inspiration... my muse.  It soothes my soul and helps me remember times past.  Traveling on a cloud of wonderful but mostly painful memories.  Thinking of old experiences with my good mentors: heartache, sorrow, and pain.  These were faithful to me, many years ago, when solitude creeped under a closed door. 

Amazingly enough, a song can take you through a window into a past that you had forgotten.  To a time when you were heartbroken, when you were troubled, and eager to know the meaning of life.  If you haven't healed from that broken heart yet, that song can bring a tear to your eye.  But if you have healed,  it can only make you smile and even encourage you to acknowledge the fact that you overcame it... that you survived.  That when you thought all was lost... it wasn't.  You weren't left out to the wolves.  God knew exactly what He was doing when He allowed you to suffer the way He did.  Not because He was wicked and enjoyed watching you break.  There was a purpose for those tears.  Those tears were to strengthen you, to take you to a higher level and to bring you closer to your Maker.

Thinking back on it now; I don't know about you, but I'm glad I went through the pain.  It made me who I am today.  And those lovely songs and powerful music that once made me cry, 'til the tears dried on my pillow, are my prescious muse today.  So thank you for the inspiration.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Let the Rain Cleanse You

Why is it that when it rains we tend to want to get in bed, under the covers and sleep the day away?  Could it be that mother nature is letting us know that just as she's cleansing the Earth so must we be cleansed.  Rest and sleep is the best remedy that can take care of it. We know healthy foods and good exercise also have their say.  But think of it... what is it that physicians say when we're not feeling well?  Take your medication and get a good rest!

The daily agendas, the pressures in life and the unwanted stress are just a few things that overwhelm our souls.  So on a day like today, let the rain wash away the things that weigh down on your heart.  Let go of the baggage, take off the raincoat, and sleep the day away.  And tomorrow when the sun shines again, you'll be a little stronger to tackle the agendas, pressures and stress once more.  Keep in mind to take a breather every now and then... and don't forget to thank God for another day of strength.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

This One's For My Sisters

i've thought much of you today
   though the distance between us is miles away
   i've held you close to my heart ... kept you in my prayers
   hoping that our God keep you always safe

praying you have not forgotten 
   our funny childhood games
   nor the way we stuck together
   against the rain and pain

when you see your growing children
   may they remind you some of me
   our strong sisterhood bond
   the laughs that made us cry

i know we have changed
   and we've grown worlds apart
   but I just wanted to say
   a hello from the heart
 i promise not to forget you
   i'm blowing kisses in the wind
   and when they get to where you are
   may you know they are from me

Copyright © 2009 by Ellie Kings

Friday, September 25, 2009

Enjoy a Good Laugh

Last night, just before my eyes closed for the night, tucked in bed and lay my head on the pillow... I laughed.  I laughed so hard the lining of my stomach felt like tearing.  My chest hurt and my eyes watered. I tried to stop... I really did, but the more I thought about it, I couldn't.  Of course, I'm not going to tell you what I was laughing about... it's really not the point.  Even if I told you, it probably wouldn't be funny to you.  It was my laugh, my moment... a moment that I hadn't had in a very long time.  As a matter of fact, I can't even remember the last time I laughed so hard. 

I don't know if age has a play in it.  I can remember laughing everyday, many times a day when I was a teenager... but as you get older, things change.  The little child inside you tends to grow up and the silly things that once made you laugh don't anymore.

I don't know about you, but I don't want to forget those good days nor the inner child inside me.
So whenever you're having a bad day and can't bring yourself to smile... remember the good laughs you once had and try to enjoy one today.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

I Still Have Today

Towards the end of a chaotic day with many troubles and sorrows... a new morning arises.  I rejoice in the beauty of a new dawn.  The privilege of enjoying a new tomorrow full of surprises, full of possibilities, surrounded with new wonders. I am overwhelmed with the simplicity of knowing that yesterday has passed, that today is just beginning and tomorrow is but a blink away. Regardless of yesterday's mistakes, I still have today.

With much at hand and much wasted time, I have but a few years to accomplish all that I have set out to do. As I begin to walk in the direction of Destiny, I hear the voice of the future calling out to me, whispering my name, beckoning me to come.

I listen...walk towards it and do not hesitate to embrace my calling.

"If God adds another day to our life, let us receive it gladly."         Marcus A. Seneca

Launch Out

Sometimes you plan out your life with schedules and deadlines; twenty years later, you realize you haven’t accomplished what you once set out to do. You don’t have the education, life partner, or family. Somehow you lost your way; you’re deep in debt and have no one to blame but yourself. The dreams that once fueled you to thrive have died and today you’re left with sorrow, remorse, and the endless could’ve-should’ve battles within. The truth of the matter is you cannot regain what’s been lost. Stop dwelling on things that you can not change. Life must go on and the past is sinking in the sea of forgetfulness. Launch out into deep waters, but not to get back the past you want to relive, but to reflect on the waters and see who you are today.

Today those deep wounds must heal so that your future is not centered on past deadlines in your life. Time waits for no man, but the opposite should also be true. Man does not wait for time. Stop wasting precious time and launch out today; go for your dreams now or before you know it, you might miss the moment once more.

Each Day is a Little Life

I've held onto many words far too long now. I've decided to let them go and fly with the wind. Most of my works are based on love, heartbreaks, depression, passions of life and prophetic words. I've been writing since I was ten and always the romantic. It was probably the Cinderella and Snow White bedtime stories. In life I have too many things to be thankful for. I hold a friendship with the Man upstairs. He's been a father to me and has never let me down. He is great at keeping promises and fulfilling dreams in their right time.

I enjoy a wonderful relationship with my soulmate. He looks at me as if he just met me today. I love that about him. He makes me fall in love with him every single day. Our story is one for the books. After a decade of being apart, life and true love brought us back to each other. Destiny always has a way of making things fall into place, but I truly believe that it was a Higher Power. I trust that this blog will touch someone's heart.

"Each day is a little life; every waking and rising a little birth; every fresh morning a little youth; every going to rest and sleep a little death." Arthur Shopenhauer