control

 I need to 

Let go

Of control

And believe

That I’m 

Not too old

To dream

It’s okay 

To dream big

And hope

Even as 

Man laughs

Please plea

 Lord

Be the instrument 

To peace 

And a joy 

That doesn’t 

Bow to

Circumstance

love

 If I’ve been shown anything this week is that stepping away from connectedness with others, has brought me to charge inward. I’ve enjoyed summer popsicles, reading books over and over again, and seeking childlike joy as if I’d won the lottery. As I’m being retaught daily, Jesus directs. I follow. I no longer have answers. I’m not to seek them. Seeking them is detrimental to my health. 

To question:  Desired. To answer: Insanity

Up

 Have no words 

But a one

Heartbroken 

I’ve learned 

Not to

Ask why 

Even as

The tears

Have no

Place to

Go

But up

The God Way

 Sometimes God you use my pain to teach me. It seems only in my pain am I solely focused on You. The news has left me sick, but that is not where you want my attention. You know the mental and physical anguish I’ve held. You want me to release it. It is the anchor on my neck that paralyzes. I need to trust that whatever man may do, you supersede. Man fails while Your love does not. 

I have no more words. You don’t need them. You desire my heart. And my obedience. Surrender, why is it so hard. Stop doing things the American way. Do it The God Way. 

Love yourself and one another. 

Regine

little joys

 Little joys

Cantaloupe from the garden

Unexpected gifts

Good sleep

Fresh salads

Yoga

Your turn?

the robe

 Lord, 

My soul

Is a broken

Bunch of pieces

I no longer

Know what

To believe

You are the 

Only being

That doesn’t 

Forsake

Even as

I question

As I doubt

As I rage

At a world

I no longer

Understand

Remind me

Of Who

You are

As I continue

To cling to

The robe

That changes lives