Seizures and Poetry

My body continues to weaken....though the seizures are not quiet as intince 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.

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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.


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

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Illness Returns, Again

My seizures 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.

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.

I am planing to go swiming tonight....

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Of Bare Feet and Bicycles

I am a traveller gal, 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.

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 what ever 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!

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Spirit Inside Awakens

Some times, 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.

~ Traveller Gal, out!

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. 


~ Traveller Gal, out!

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 your traveller gal is returning soon.

Filling out job app. today.  LOL.

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 

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Tattered souls...

Bitter sorrow and torment, we sent Thee to.
Suffering and and pain were Thy lot,
Until by death You did part,
Then to life returned.

Why did You call these tatter souls Thine?
Why do You want us at Thy feast?
We who did betray You to Thy DEATH.

Why it is we do not know,
Yet here in the shaddowlands,
Beside the old worn cross faith does come alive,
As Thy holy blood cleans this tattered soul. 


2004 - MMH/MMN

~ Traveller Gal, out!