Ordinary Day

 I go through the day half expecting things to be different.  The days spill into interminable familiarity, none different from the next.  I longed for excitement but bump into stress.  The situation morphs into disaster; challenging coping sense.

Ordinary days churning into extraordinary expectations to try on new hats, unschooled skills dormant in its utility.  I am cowered into a corner, lost in the kink that disturbed my easy life.  The wrinkle is unsettling, jarring to the point of contention.

Where is peace when you need it?  Is not life so unpredictable - just a moment close to an unsuspecting danger?  The turmoil is bubbling within not from without.  The strength and the courage birthing bravery in the onslaught of the unexpected.

I could run but not hide for the monster is captive in my mind.  It is fear that grips my heart and tortures my spirit.  The slaying happens with forthright conviction to look at fear hiding within the crevices of my wayward thoughts.  

To change my day by tempering where my mind meanders.  To draw strength from the lessons of experience.  These are the arrows hoisted gingerly with careful precision seeking its target.  Not of human strength alone but with faith that in these tempestuous times, the presence of God remains unchanged.