A Moment Not Taken

Walking away from a conversation, knocking yourself upside the head.

Thinking, wondering of all the words you chose to say instead.

A pause here could’ve been the chance to say just what they needed to hear.

Instead nerves filled in the space with something that didn’t even come near.

Comfort, an offering of prayer, or even “I know a God who loves you.”

But out came a joke, or an excuse and out the room you withdrew.

By not taking that step of action, by not being clear and candid

You leave them to fight their battle empty handed

They look to us more than we may think we know.

Waiting on us to offer His love, His strength, to help them grow.

Looking back you think “How can I go back and recover the words left unspoken?”

The moment given, the moment not taken, may never be again opened.



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Amy Blount

I'm a stay at home wife and mother of 3. My oldest is 23 who lives at home because she is a delight and is autistic. My other 2 are in elementary school. They are all 3 girls. Raising an autistic daughter isn't the same as raising ones without. So it's like starting anew with some things. I will partly write about this. I have overcome many addictions with the only Savior Jesus for 8yrs. I will also write partly on addiction and how I see it and overcame it. I believe you will find my musings encouraging, helpful and sometimes a bit funny since I tend to be someone who holds nothing back. The purpose of my blog at first was to use it as an outlet, a way to get things out of mind and onto paper. But it has turned into a place I can go to encourage others with a short story, poem or to simply talk and try to relate. I just started blogging a month ago (April 2018) I wish I would've done it sooner! I promise to never try to sell you anything but Jesus' love. Be patient as this site may take on a few changes as I try to find my place in it and where I want it to go. I have many ideas swirling...stick around! Thanks for reading.

13 thoughts on “A Moment Not Taken”

  1. Oh Lord, have I been there. I had the chance to help a young man a few years back who was in porn deeper than I was. I told him I couldn’t help him because my thoughts were already going where it shouldn’t just from what little he told me. I regret that because I may have been the one that could have helped but I was scared for my own freedom 😦

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