As Real As It Gets

Real. Smooth stones along the water’s edge remind my feet of the reality that life is hard. But, beautiful.
I walk the edges of the ocean, sea mist touches my cheeks and I know I am real. Here now, present. Bringing every painful moment under His subjection. Brokenness is not a reason to hide. But to confide in the one who hears the wind that blows through my hair. Who numbers my hair and commands the breeze that blows. I know the word real to be rugged, tender, rough and smooth. I know the word real because it defines me so well. Not a beautiful smooth stone but in His eyes, yes. Beautiful. Broken, special. Real. I accept each stone as a gift. Reminders, each…of His constancy. 

Linking up with Gypsy Mama for 5 Minute Friday. It’s easy…well sometimes. Sometimes I sit and stare at my screen and then time is up! But that’s OK… it helps keep it real ! 

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Dawn Paoletta is the author of Journaling for Discovery and Delight. Her writing is included in several anthologies and her poems have been included in the Wickford Poetry and Art Exhibit and Books. Dawn is currently working on her next book. Inquiries at

4 thoughts on “As Real As It Gets

  1. you are the link after mine at 5 min friday. yes, we aren't often the smooth stone are we? i love that He looks at our darkness and still sees our beauty. my recent post: mostly human


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