Tiny Boat

I have felt like I am in this small boat, riding on the waves in the middle of a bad storm with out any oars....and the storm is just getting worse.  Yet still light peaks through the storms, though the grow stronger...

But, at least my heart is at peace.   I know Iosa is watching over the boat and I will make it to the other shore.

* Iosa is Irish Gaelic for Jesus.

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Bad news and the Open Road

RATS, RATS, RATS!!!   My seizures are not treatable normally because instead of just being simple little seizures...they come from my immune dis-regulation...and thus we have to find and treat the cause of that (a mystery these past 5 years...) to treat the seizures!!!

 I am traveling up north, visit friends and family...august 13th-19th....  I am changing, and growing...just sometimes not in ways that meets the eyes yet.   My friends, thank you for your prayers....I am becoming stronger, if not in body then in spirit.

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"Lord God Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth!   I praise you for gentle breeze, for the beautiful flowers painting the world with color, for the singing of the birds, and rolling silvery clouds.

Thank You for the gift of love: mother, father, family, friend, and more.  Thank You for friendships dear which have come acrossed the years.

Most of all Thank You Father for the gift of this Life, here to live...and Thy Name to Praise for the Salvation You did give.  AMEN!"

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Two Paths

My friends....I have two paths before me...one of known and "comfort" though my soul is in misery.   The other unknown, no comfort, but a chance at a new life.... One will cost me everything...but I don't know which one for sure.

At last, I have peace and guidance for my soul.  The haze is lifting and the path is see able through it.   I, though weak in body, am now ready to run...the journey is before me.

~ Traveller Gal, out!

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!