Monday 10/4/10 - "TAKE ME WITH YOU FOREVER" - Micro-Fiction Monday

MICRO-FICTION MONDAY

"TAKE ME WITH YOU FOREVER"

She longed for love from above
Loves grew in her heart only to part

A miracle arrived, love thrived
She prayed, "Take me with you forever"

(140)

Prayer Girl

Micro-Fiction Monday is hostessed by Susan at Stony River. Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday.

Sunday 10/3/10 - "FLY" - Sunday 160

SUNDAY 160

"FLY"

Feeling blue?
Want to quit?
What to do?
Just admit
You feel like s - - t

Want to change?
Look up on high
Thoughts rearrange
You too can fly
On God's love rely!


Prayer Girl


Sunday 160 is hosted by Monkey Man.

(Photo credit: Colorful Air by Al Halowell - Kodak picture of the day)

Saturday 10/2/10 - "WINDOWS" - Six Word Saturday

"WINDOWS"

SIX WORD SATURDAY

ERECTED

WINDOWS

CAN

HIDE

PRIVATE

LIVES

Prayer Girl

(Photo credits:
Windows by Mustafa Kizilcay - Kodak picture of the day
Crazy Windows by b-r-na@deviantart.com
images
architecture, buildings....
House of Windows by S. Caruso@deviantart.com
Windows by ivon4@deviantart.com)

Friday 10/1/10 - "LIAR! LIAR!" - Flash Fiction Friday

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55

"LIAR! LIAR!

Remembering the childhood chant:
Liar! Liar! Pants on Fire!

Wonder how many burned butts are hidden
under all those pairs of pants walking around!

Little white lies probably won't mar the spirit in any permanent way.
But those big black lies will twist and cripple the soul.

Liar! Liar! Ask forgiveness from God on Higher!

Prayer Girl

(Photo credits:
liar pants on fire
Liar Liar PANTS ON FIRE by earth2carly@deviantart.com)


Flash Fiction Friday is hosted by G-Man.

Thursday 9/30/10 - "STRETCH" - Theme Thursday

THEME THURSDAY

(Stretch)

"STRETCH"

My muscles sing in harmony when I gently stretch them. It relieves the tension built up within the fibers. I can visualize the bunched up muscles relaxing and smoothing out. They are happy and grateful I have taken the time to stretch them one by one.

Today I challenged my mind by reading and listening to information that was new to me. It required me to keep an open mind, formulate questions, concentrate on the answers and stretch my understanding. When I use my brain in this way my consciousness expands. It feels good.

I sit at this computer searching for inspiration for a blog. Every time I write a poem, a story, just my thoughts or string pictures together, I am stretching my creativity.

My soul sings when I take the time to stretch my spiritual muscles. Reading and reflecting on spiritual material opens the channel between myself and my Higher Power. Sitting in silence as I reflect and allowing my thoughts to flow as I journal strengthens my connection with God. The result is a sense of peace, well-being and a knowing that all is well.

Hurray! Hurray! Hurray for stretching!


Prayer Girl

This is a Theme Thursday hosted by Brian Miller. Click here to read more.

Wednesday 9/29/10 - "A TAPESTRY OF THREES" - Wordless Wednesday

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY


"A TAPESTRY OF THREES"

Prayer Girl

(Photo credits:
The Big Yawn by Sue Cullumber - Kodak picture of the day
Three's company by LilRedAngel452@deviantart.com
Identical Triplets by Paul Christey@deviantart.com
father, son, holy spirit
Stacked by Linda Bailey - Kodak picture of the day
cat triplets by The Last Danish Pastry@deviantart.com)

Tuesday 9/28/10 - "IRRESISTIBLE" - A Magpie Tale

A MAGPIE TALE

(Magpie Tales are hostessed by Willow. Click here to read more.)

"IRRESISTIBLE"

She was a person who didn't normally like scents on men. She liked a man's smell to be "au naturel". She thought their colognes often smelled too sweet, too much like machine oil or just plain "too too" something......

One day she found herself in a local art gallery strolling slowly by each painting. As she stood in front of one near the end of the furthest aisle she noticed herself sniffing, smelling the air. There was a pleasing, appealing aroma near her. It caught her fancy.

Without turning her head, she peeked out the corner of her eye. Just to her right and slightly behind her stood a tall, dark and handsome man. Being uncharacteristically bold she turned and asked, "What is that exotic scent?"

As the words left her mouth she remembered from her youth the ad slogan: "YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL AN AQUA VELVA MAN". (She didn't like the smell of Aqua Velva.)

He replied in a smooth, low voice, "Acqua Di Parma". Then he added, "Just for you".


Prayer Girl