Bright green and crisp. Loud crunch as each piece breaks into my mouth. Perfect balance of sweet and tart as the fresh apple’s juices flow.
New year, fresh start. Begin again — carry with me all I’ve learned. Look ahead. Hope instead of dread.
Rhythms and routines. Playlists and pauses. Leaving behind what held me back. Looking ahead with fresh perspective.
Blogs and books. Poems and posts. Fresh ideas germinating from seeds of experience and expectations, dreams and desires.
Fresh is full. Flowing. Flowery. Fun. Not stuck or sandwiched or slippery.
Fresh impacts, invading our senses, inviting hope.
Fresh lays aside dreary, rotten, stinky. It refreshes and renews. Reveals and revels.
Holy Spirit, blow fresh on us today, we pray.
13 thoughts on “Fresh”
Well stated. I could taste the apple from the description! Pray the Holy Spirit gives us fresh words every day!
experience matters and yet… gaining a fresh perspective, even when well experienced is a great thing as well.
Yes, that is definitely true!! How well I know. 😅
Amen Shelley, “Holy Spirit, blow fresh on us today, we pray.” Praise be to God indeed. Thank you so much for sharing. Blessings.
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Blessings to you, as well!
So beautiful! Thank you!
Annie FMF #19
Beautiful. May the Holy Spirit blow fresh winds of hope and change through the world!
Yes and amen!
Fresh crisp apples are truly one of life’s simple pleasures.
They just are ☺️