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Ripple Effect



  We all wonder, where is my life going?  Will I set sail on the Atlantic to “Success” shore?  Will I dock in “Love’s” harbor?  Will my life be full of glistening “memory” sand?  Only God’s timing knows.  One of my favorite songs is “Only Time” by Enya.  If you listen to the lyrics, truth fleets on the notes to the ear.  Only God’s given minutes will tell you what rope bridges to cross.  Only God knows what “moment” stones we will skip.  Ripple, ripple, what will be the effect?

Commit to the Lord whatever you do,
and he will establish your plans. Proverbs 16:3

For me, I’ve been wanting to dab the ripple effect of love, the effect of brooding butterflies in the core of my stomach.  I want that aching, yearning feeling for someone’s soul.  I’ve been on dates and was in one true relationship, but nothing has left me with that lingering “I need you” feeling.  I have loved on the surface and to an extent, but haven’t crossed the “in love” line in the sand.  The hope for true love keeps me patient.  I am waiting like a hidden tulip bulb under frost.  In God’s timing it will spring forth. 

When you scamper a rock across a pond, ripples begin to form.  The beginning of a fervent relationship starts in the pit of the rock.  When love hits the water, a ring of gold outlines a bare finger.  Circle after circle begins to encompass the “love” pebble.  Silver rings reflect ringlet children and rushing brook growth.  Wrinkles and seasoned skin mirror in the fifth ring.  The circles around the “heart” stone begin to fade.  The water is now still and calm.  The rock floats to the bottom leaving a “true love” ripple effect.

I hope one day to leave a ripple effect with the one God has chosen for me…

I want to experience the ripple effect
Come! Rain into my world.
Let’s create ripples,
consequences of our circling love

Cause me to leap like a ballerina
reaching the moon
shining sun
twinkling stars

Heal my clipped wings
Make me fly!
Can I get a glimpse,
example of this high?

What’s your sir name?
Are you my lover of the dawn?
Speak sweet phrases
a-cappella song, I will sing

Let’s picnic in the month of May
Come! Make ripples grow into waves.




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