August 2026 - Rita Klundt

I anticipated and got it wrong.

Others did the same, but I still felt dumb.

I anticipated. Next time I’ll get it right,

But I followed through the darkness without turning on the light.

I anticipated that the Lord would carry me.

So, I didn’t fill my tank, and now I pay a hefty fee.

I anticipated that the Lord would understand.

My pray was quick and feeble ’til I felt His mighty hand.

I anticipated. Yes, I know Amazing Grace.

Still, I put off my repentance. Got a hard slap in the face.

Something’s got to give. I’m not that slow to learn.

Anticipation’s one thing, but maybe I should yearn.

I stalled at the same spot where heart and action meet.

Those things my heart desired most were stomped by someone’s feet.

“Why me? Why always me,” I say. “Why must I subjugate?”

When is my turn? Where’s my reward? What have I to anticipate?”

He answered with an instant thought – a feeling of sweet peace.

He’d read my mind and touched my heart, My spirit put to ease.

My fingers in Isaiah. My trouble still awaits.

My life a living picture that God anticipates.

“Even before they call, I will answer; while they are still speaking, I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24, (CSB).

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“The word is mindful.”

That’s all she said.

So, I’ve carried that word

All week in my head.

With less than a day now,

To write or leave blank.

I will make a deposit,

But not to the bank.

These words of the week—

Meant to prompt and to guide,

With the word being “mindful”

I think deep and wide.

I’ve been watchful, attentive,

Alert and aware.

I tried reading, tried focus.

I’ve put this in prayers.

My time is expired.

No story to tell.

No lesson, no moral.

No warning. Oh well.

I’ve a mission, unrelated.

A thirty day goal.

My fingers on keyboard

Have been on a roll.

I’ve written, rewritten.

I’ve polished and scrolled.

I’ve deleted and pasted.

As my novel unfolds.

What some would call nagging

This voice is no pest.

It’s a call to be mindful—

“Let this manuscript rest.”

Six years it’s been floating

And drifting along.

It has not been forgotten.

For its message is strong.

It tells of real lives,

Real ladies – renamed.

Their friendship and secrets,

Their losses and gains.

But fruitless? Or wasted?

Was my week misused?

I hope not. I think not.

I was mindful to prove.

Spent most of this week

Checking plot and suspense.

Will my editor laugh?

Does my humor make sense?

Did I use the word mindful?

Could not find a good place.

But … will I make my deadline?

Yes, if I keep up this pace!

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Month: August 2026

To Anticipate

Word of the Week – Mindful