Sometimes birds spread their wings and fly far, far away— beyond the mountains, across the seas, searching the ends of the sky on the back of a wandering breeze. ••• But sometimes they stay, and that is when we hear them sing.
Birds
It’s Going to be Okay
It was getting toward the end of the day when one of the little girls in my class came over to me, sad. She was missing her mommy. I scooped her up and held her, knowing the feeling. (I have always been very emotionally attached to my mom, and I still get really sad sometimes … Continue reading It’s Going to be Okay
Winters
How dreary! Winters in the South— grey trees against the mournful sky— weeping, sulking, drudging in the cold. ••• Make my heart like winters of the West— unending sky that gives and gives the snow— swirling, glittering, hopeful in the cold.
On the Dark Days
Another dark day— the sky, a low, furrowed ceiling; the skeleton branches, dripping tears, and all the world, gray. ••• What have I done? Drained the azure from the sky? Stripped the trees of green? Forever blotted out the sun? ••• What a dismal, wretched place! And yet I sense You here— moving closer through … Continue reading On the Dark Days
Puzzles
Who can solve the puzzle of life? All the tiny pieces— the incomprehensible piles strewn across the table— plague the mind. We know there’s a picture there— somewhere, but how and where and when do the pieces fit? ... God knows. ... Take the piece He gives you, and lay it at his feet. One … Continue reading Puzzles
It’s Love
It’s love— not a move in a game for a prize we claim. It’s love— always a gift of grace. .
The Good Shepherd
Oh, Shepherd, how You care for us! You lead and tend and shelter us. And we do not lack anything For You are our eternal king. - Chorus: We are Yours! We lift one voice to honor, love, and to rejoice! Take our hearts, and guard, and keep, Oh, loving Shepherd of Your sheep! - … Continue reading The Good Shepherd
Teaching
Maybe— if I tried— I could take a pen and scrawl my name in poetry on the world— again, again, again. But, Lord? What if You just took my hand, and we wrote on some small heart Your name? ❤️ -
Mountain Moving
The mountains stand so tall— rugged rock against the sky. And You ask me to move them—why? You know my hands are small— they bruise and break and bleed with every strategy I try. And the mountains stand, unmoved. I have no mustard seed— I’ve looked, digging with my hands in my own dirt. And … Continue reading Mountain Moving
Rainy Night Drive
Dark world, but how the streets shine— scarlet, then emerald! And sparkling on the windshield, rain, the gentle applause— this day is done.
Gratefully His 