Chalet De La Mare

The rain comes in sheets with the inability to see my hand before my face. As I struggle to see,I’m feeling the sting of  each droplet with the indignation of hailstones being plummetted from the heavens by the mythical Greek Gods. I cover my face though my hands still I feel the anger from the heavens as I try to scurry for shelter tho finding none. As the dropplets race down my flesh often causing my mind to believe I’m wounded as blood flows, I wipe my eyes drawing back my hand to see if the flesh is being ripped from my bones. In truth the two are as one; for the pain they create is the same..

I finally find shelter under the eaves of a delappedated shed deep in the woods where I ran to lose what seemed to be chasing me,though I no longer hear its steps or feel it lerking in the shadows of the flashes of lightening enabling me to catch a glimse of what’s surrounding me as it temporarly lights the darkened woods.. Deeper I wondered as I came upon the shack,stooping to catch my breath and to access my so thought wounds,to find they were only of my over active imagination,tho i do know the stench and warmth of the creature’s breath was not imagination where now it’s chased me deep into unknown territory assuming it’s waiting to devour me at any moment.

I slowly ventured into the shack carefully knocking around to scare anything taking shelter to leave so that I may take my stay. A fireplace stood alone in the room where no one has stayed in a long while,bed made but tattered by time,covered in dust and forgotten by many.

Supprisingly no leaks that couldnt be contained by clay pots scattered around the small but efficient shack.

I gathered the pots to catch the rain along with kindling to start a fire to warm my soaked stinging body creating a barrier between me and what may still be lerking beyond my place of refuge.

As I prepared the fireplace to build a fire I was overcome with hunger and doubted even with my scavaging skills that I would find something to prepare as a food source tho catching rain water would ensure my survival by keeping me hydrated.

As I foraged near the shack not venturing too far I gathered enough for the day and for into the evening as ive decided to stay where I was for the day to have shelter,warmth food and a bed though its alot to be desired being torn,tattered,dusty and full of rodent poo..

I finally found a broom,clean bedding in a trunk and other items to make my stay more at home and charming.

With shelter in place,a fire,shack cleaned ( the best I could with what I had ) something to eat and water to drink I could now concentrate on getting out of my wet cold clothing,wash up a bit,put on the clean night shirt I found and settling in for a cozy stay.

A small table and wicker chair,bed and some wonderful supplies I found hiden among the things packed in a cupboard.

Sugar,flour,lard,salt,tea,coffee,rice, and a few spices. Pots,pans,dishes and flatware were all packed away also as if who ever was here moved in without unpacking then left,so I’m induldging during my stay.

The rain continues to fall at an ungodly rate,flooding the streams and flat lands surrounding the area making some places impassable, so I’ve made myself comfortable with what has been left behind and utterly grateful for what I’ve been given.

With everything around me in order,a sink bath,clean clothes,warm fire and a snack eaten,I laid across the bed falling asleep; I cant phanthom how long I slept without a watch or clock I was unable to determine the span though it was dusk when I was awakened by a squirrel trying to nudge it’s way beneath my covers to warm itself. Tho I must admit I was more frightened than the poor squirrel was as it scurried across the floor to the dry sink where it found itself something to eat before leaving through the window that was left ajar.

I must admit being in the shack deep in the woods was traquil for me,I was starting to find my thoughts which brought me to the woods in the first place. As I sat contemplating my life events that brought me to this moment I decided that serveral days would be needed here to sort things out.

I have no contact with a living soul,my phone was left behind in my haste to leave the apartment shared by my boyfriend whom i just found cheating wuth my best friend. Yeah the same drama that haunts many bruised and broken people has landed in my lap,strange how the very people you trust with everything are the very ones to hurt you..why ??? Because we’re all broken in some way and until the hurt is healed we will continue to hurt others.so here I sit to sort this all out in my mind,heart and soul…I need time…time away from people till i sort this out and find peace to move on with my life,no Im not going back,he’s cheated with my supposed best friend,I cant do that again.. no job,no money,no family…what will I do ??? Stay here till I figure it out..thats what i’ll do just stay here..

To be continued

With peace comes fullfilment in all other areas of one’s life.

To find peace one must persue it as if they were persuing fortune and fame..

Peace is not void of chaos in our life’s,peace comes from knowing Father God has us in the palm of His hand,and is working everthing out for our good as Romans 8:28 states

As we begin to trust in the Father’s plan and not our own we can then move within our daily life’s with confidence that even when everything is falling apart before our very eyes we can stand knowing all will be well in the end. The book of Job clearly teaches us that

in the midst of calamity Father God is still in control and trusting His will over our own is the key.

Some are facing many troubles in their buinessess,finances,health,in the familes with children,addictions,divorce,the church…troubles are inevitiable,they will come and often seem to last longer than they should dragging their cumbersome feet acrossed our lifes like they owned them yet we are reassured in the word,” that troubles dont last always,” and that ” joy cometh in the morning.” Hold fast to your faith and you shall she the “Son” shining as the sun as the storm chaser He is…

Praising Him in the hallway until doors open

Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and He shall give you the desires of your heart… standing in faith believing your desires shall come to pass..

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As I start to write my mind suddenly goes blank, which is utterly disappointing, for any other time my mind is racing with ideas or words to place upon the blank empty pages. Now here I set praying for words to come yet, I’m rambling like an unkept climbing rose bush.

The words refuse to coming to mind, leaving me search for food for thought as one hunts for food in the wilderness as if living in the time of uncharted territory of the old West,when people flocked the new territory not phantoming the reality of starvation would soon leave many with the inability to live as they knew before, their unthought out plans begin to bring their true reality to the for front. Their thoughts reeling, hunger gripping them as never before causing yet more irrational thinking, the outrageous thought process now becoming the decisions of once intelligent beings,seeming as if mere idiots without   learning have come to tame the unknown territory, as I am at this moment trying to find words of meaning, beautiful quotes, poems and words to fascinate the readers of all ages, yet finding nothing coming to mind as if the road has been closed due to repair… DETOUR MUDDY ROAD AHEAD… as the caution lights blink on the white and orange stripped saw horse signs littering my mind. I’m unable to focus on a thought to inspire all who read or even bring myself to a new level of coherent thought. This is a little unsettling as I presume it’s writer’s block, though I have mistakenly rendered my thoughts that this only happens to great writer’s, not to me, for my thoughts are not a methodical as the great writer’s throughout history.

As I start my life’s journey over once again I find peace in every decision I allow myself to lay before the Father for guidance into and for my destiny awaiting me.

Sometimes I find it difficult not to make the decisions, winging it like I’ve always done, yet I quickly find myself running to the Father in prayer asking His advice on where, what and How to obtain His peace in each decision made because in order to obtain different results I must take different approaches to achieve the desired results.

I long to be pleasing unto Father God in everything I do. I find more pleasure in pleasing Him than pleasing my flesh.

I live with the desire to be all Jehovah Father God wants me to be in. When I’m right with God, I’m right with the world❤️

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