Won’t you join me too on my Facebook Page for wynnegraceappears. We can discuss this life of Grace and share inspirations we both discover on this path. The one right there marked at the end of your ten piggies. …..wishing His grace, wynnegraceappears.
And I am over there on the wings of Twitter @graceappears. We can connect there too. It would be so lovely.
I used to think the one ahead was the more important one.
But now I think more and more it is the one behind me.
The one that takes bends and curves, to the right, dips and sways like the hand of the Peach Queen in the fourth of July parade deep down South.
The one that tells the rich story, thick layers like tree bark rough.
Its the one she sees when she turns and looks back over her shoulder, and casts her glance to look at the what before. The girl with the life of over a half century. The girl who is a woman and mother of children.
She looks down at the dark rich soil, wet with tears, the ones of laughter and of the pain. She digs her toes in, digs her heels in, digs her heart in and writes words of Hope in the path of rich dark soil.
And knows this is the one. Rich in life’s story, the one behind. The path that shapes the one ahead. The one that feeds like a stream into the one for tomorrow.
The path that lead to this day, this point, is the one with step by step footprints that tell loud and clear of the Life of the girl. The woman.
No sweeping off or dusting off the path.
But looking steely-eyed ahead at the one marked with Hope and Joy.
The path for tomorrow cries out “Come walk out all your tomorrows in His Grace and Love on me.”
And take all the bends and turns, twists and turns with Hope.