the still small voice

Quietly urging,
whispering the truths.
Having to stop
be still to hear it
folding the hands
waiting
closing eyes
breathing
the voices
noise playing over and over
loud
in my head
laundry,
home schooling,
supper, what am I going to cook
I cant forget to pick up the dry cleaning
unwanted guests
as I search for
I am.
frustration
why does this have to be so hard?
Then,
grace and mercy come running in
scooping me up
to dance
with faith.
How long has it been
since we played together?
I sit down
savoring the music
and laughter
still echoing
in my mind
dripping like honey
deep into my heart.
Savoring its sweetness.
Allowing Him
to speak the truths I need to hear
drowning out
everything else
Perfection
pride
the ones that keep me locked in chains
unable to create
stealing the dreams
robbing me of joy.
-Anna W.


heres what was going on this week:
Still reading through Rory Noland "Heart of the artist".
(This one will take time.)
Read "Handle with care" by Jodie Picoult
Once again a page turner!

Was able to close up the toes on my socks.
Will be gift to sister, headed to Germany.
Celebrated little ones "gotcha day"



Dealt with some heart issues.....
Met with a friend for coffee-
discussed the next step.
Afraid of my broken ness-
trusting God to use it for His glory.

I remain,
Under His wings,
Anna