Brick by Brick (a reblog)

I love this post written by Joey! ๐Ÿ˜€

Training for Eternity


We all build walls.

Someone hurts you and you quickly learn how to stop that from happening again by building a nice big wall between you and that person.

Only sometimes you go a little too far and you build it all around just in case someone else would come along to hurt you.

So you build this wall, brick by brick, to protect yourself from pain.ย  But when you stop stacking because you canโ€™t reach any higher, you realize that without any windows and bricks all around, youโ€™ve built yourself a prison cell.

And since the bricks reach so high and are so thick, no one can see you or hear when you cry for help, when the dark shadow of loneliness fills your cell.

Only God can reach you in that dark and painful place.

But maybe youโ€™re afraid to ask because the world is too cruel andโ€ฆ

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Looking Up Into The Sky

Even though I am too late to participate in the photo challenge, I still want to share these shots with you all. ๐Ÿ™‚ I love getting sky shots:

I took this at my grandma’s this spring.

Then I took a stroll around my grandma’s small lake and captured this. I love those puffy clouds.

This was taken in our driveway. The sun hid behind this cloud, lighting it up! So pretty.

While walking in our driveway at a different time, I looked up and saw this beautiful sight. I call this image, “Cloudy with a Chance of Airplane Trails.” ๐Ÿ˜„


And here are a few images that have been posted before that would have fit in with the challenge:

If this looks familiar, you may remember this one from the previous post, Mission Completed. This is a view from the back of our property toward the property behind us who, sadly, cleared out the majority of their trees. I love how the sun lit up that one cloud like that, right before a thunderstorm hit. ๐Ÿ™‚


This was taken when I was visiting my grandma last summer. ๐Ÿ™‚ You may remember the image from Feel No Shame, but this is the original, unedited version.

You might remember this one from Special Remedy. This one was taken this year. This is actually the road I live on, but you won’t get any personal info from this shot. ๐Ÿ˜‰ (And yes, that is a gravel road. ๐Ÿ˜„ )

Far Away From The Skyscrapers

It’s week seventeen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you want to join in, just click the link! ๐Ÿ˜‰

This time I hit 100 words exactly! ๐Ÿ˜€

Image Credit: Scott Webb

There are things we may not agree on โ€“
I’m not much of a city girl; all the trucks and cars,
Buildings reaching for the sky, noise and neon –
Light pollution preventing me from even seeing the stars!

I get lost easily in the large crowds;
There are way too many people rushing past me.
Go with the flow, like raindrops in clouds,
No, I go my own way or disoriented I’ll be.

Show me a place where the buildings taper,
Where trees show off their grandeur.
Away, far away from the skyscrapers,
See all of Godโ€™s creations in its splendor!

Reflecting Reds

It’s week sixty-six of Three Line Tales, and here is the photo and my response. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you want to join in, just click the link! ๐Ÿ˜‰

photo by Adi Ulici via Unsplash

I’m on the side of the road with a flat tire; I was told that the tow truck would come soon, the liar.

I look up and see gray clouds roll past; I am in awe of reflecting reds that will not last.

As blue changes to crimson in the sky; darkness is imminent as the sun says goodbye.

Distant Coasts

This is week sixteen of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. ๐Ÿ™‚ If you’d like to join in, just click the link! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Just made it before the deadline this week. **whew** ๐Ÿ˜„

I am on a boat, floating in the bay,
I look asunder to see a well-known quay,
โ€œWelcome Home!โ€ but Iโ€™m not here to stay.
This is not my home anymore.

Home is that place when you depart,
You miss and wish with all the heart,
To return; but I am bitter and tart.
I push away from the familiar shore.

Some call this home and that is fine,
It is just not for me, it is not mine,
For distant coasts and adventures, I pine.
I stretch the sails and on the oceans, I soar!