Mountain

 Mountain peaks 

Seek thee

For peace 

Is found 

In the heights 

And depths 

Of 

His glory 

Nature

 Smell of rain

Smell of flowers

Pollinate

Grow

And nature

Be the star

Of my show

Wash

 Take in

The wind blowing 

Hair sideways 

Drink that coffee 

On an overcast day 

And let

The prospect 

Of rain 

Wash away 

Every complaint 

That brews

Because 

It’s been 

Simmering 

Too long 

Five things

 Five things 

Yay for a Yankees win

Our region could use prayers for rain 

My love language is snail mail

Having an apple for breakfast 

I’m loving hot lemon water 

Your turn?

Wandering

 May your love

Be that 95 mile

An hour fastball

That I know 

Is coming 

Yet can’t escape 

Its arrival 

May 

Your love

Be the homerun 

That soars

With the 

Determination 

To defy

Logic

And makes

Hearts

Wandering 

In wonder 

head to toe

 God 

As you 

Let the flowers

Bloom

Your protection

Covers me

From

Head to toe

Breathe

 Breathe in

Breathe out

Lord

Let me

Not look 

At delays

As broken promises 

the hue of spring

 The rain 

Has come

And the cleansing refreshment

Is most welcome

In times

I cannot understand 

Let the crops 

Grow

And flourish 

Under your 

Watchful eye

As the flowers

Shine

Is hues

Of pinks

And purples

The colors

Of beauty

And purity

Reign supreme

Sunday

 Starting to get back to me. I’m grateful for the procedure. I can sit again without pain. I can stand and walk without pain. I didn’t say much but the past month has been excruciating with little to no sleep. After the procedure was the first time I slept through the night. I’m still taking it easy. Resting as necessary. I’m blessed beyond measure, but I recognize the need to be deliberate and careful. Don’t feel bad for me, I realize that my body will go through ebbs and flows like the ocean waves. I’m learning though not of my will what patient in affliction means. I’ve had to delay certain wants. In a world of instant gratification, I relearn what delays can mean. 

Trusting You even when I don’t get what I want when I want. The musings of a petulant child. One that is given correction. I’m being redirected. Don’t know if I like it, but I will obey. Let me be fruitful in the valleys. Love you Lord. 

love

 Sun is out

And each day

You tell me

My plans

Are not yours

I wait 

Until

You clear

The path

For my

Feet

To meet

The earth

I seek

love

 Grateful

Grateful

Grateful

No other word

For it

My friend

Smile

On the throne

He reigns

hi

 In pain

Ordered to rest

Neuro procedure 

Doing well though

Creations

 Linen 

Caresses

Skin

As I embrace

A new season

A season

To plant

My hope

Into a harvest

Where joy 

Is reaped

After 

The sowing

Occurs

The crops

Grow into

Delicious creations

May I 

Learn

To do 

The same

mine

 As I rise

With air 

In the lungs 

Do words

Of praise 

Come from

My lips

I love

Thee

For I am

Yours

As you

Are mine

affection

 Sunshine

Sunshine

After the storm

You decided

To share

Your presence

With us today

The glitz

Glamour

Fame

And attention

Are no match

For your affection

uno

 God

Thank you

For the 

Grace

And mercy

No twisty

Spinners

Is a praise

Lord

May me heart

Rejoice

In the small

Every day

Reasons

I smile

In the past 

Two days

When I

Couldn’t find

You

You found me

In the eyes

Of a three

Year old

The wonder in

The eyes

The eyes

That shine

Sparkle

And leave

Me awed

When lips curve

Upward

Children

So pure

Yet full of mischief

Know how to live

And taught me

To do 

The same

Lord

I have no answer

For what You do

When I surrender

Without realizing it

Playing UNO for hours

Being present

The best present

For my anxious soul

ways

 Gloomy 

Stormy gales

Awaiting the

Storms

Forecasted

God 

Protect

And guide

And keep

Me in

Your ways

Five things

 Loving the hockey season and looking forward to baseball

My favorite Chinese restaurant takeout

Making itineraries for trips I want to take

Reading new books

Snail mail

Your turn?

rebuke

 Lord

Let me 

Not be 

Bitter 

Or jealous 

As I wait

For my dreams

To be

A reality

No social media

Posts

I want 

To be 

Happy 

For others

But I realize

I’m human

In need of 

You

I’m blessed 

For breath

Water

Nourishment

And the 

Willingness

Of a 

God 

To rebuke me

In His Grace

word

 The Lord

Of my life

The light

To the darkness

Lead me

In believing

And trusting

That 

You alone

Satisfy 

Sustain

Fortify

And aid

By being

My aide

I don’t 

Have to 

Know

The more

I know

The more

Anxiety 

I acquire

You see

I see it

So hide

Yourself

Well enough

That you’re 

Not seen

But known

In the promises

Of Your Word

Sunshine

 Sunshine 

Pancakes

Shopping 

Chats 

And Jesus 

Make a

Great day 

spring rolls and fresh air

 Some fresh air

And some 

Spring rolls

And fried rice

Make me happy

Right now

I didn’t get 

A fortune cookie

But my fortune

Was found

In a joy

I didn’t 

Have to chase

Worshipping

Because

He turned

My sour mood

Into joy

Without needing

To be reminded

Or begged

Grit

 For all 

The disappointment 

I realize

Those blessings 

Chase the 

Blues away

Until I 

People watch

In the Marais

Or sip spritzes

In Amalfi

Thanks 

Will be given 

For a

Phone call 

I needed 

To take

Eating a 

Bowl of chili

On a rainy 

Cold day 

Where Spring 

Felt so distant 

And wildly 

Indifferent 

The warmth 

Of Your Grace

Give me grit

To continue dreaming 

Despite the battle 

When I 

Give up 

Satan wins

And I don’t 

Concede 

Without a fight 

love

 Never let me

Give up 

On dreams

When they’re 

Are delays

Or cancellations

Keep my heart

Hopeful and

Calm

Dedicated and determined 

Some of the 

Best plans

Take years

To see through 

Let me not

Get despondent

Or fearful

Of what

I can’t see

Or understand 

Fortify me

Satisfy me

As I wait

Make me

Not see

Waiting as

A curse or punishment 

Strengthen me

Without

A bitter heart

As I understand

That your mission

Isn’t to deny me

But give me 

Courage

teach

 In sickness

God teaches

Me more

Than health

Ever could

When to rest

When to move

When to speak

When to be

Silent

Pain teaches

What peace

Cannot

The truth is

To get my attention 

Discomfort is

Often present

Don’t fight

What isn’t meant

To harm me

Love me 

Enough

That 

I can love you

Even when

I question 

Your motives

sixteen

 Sun’s out

The dog’s

Spinning 

In gleeful

Jubilation 

To roll

In the grass

And act 

Like a puppy

Even if

He’s an 

Old man

At sixteen

pink and pretty

 Finding the good in each day

Alive and giving myself grace. 

Sun’s out

Toes are free

To massage

The green grass

As I twirl

Round and round

Into an arabesque 

The next 

Misty Copeland

I’m not

But this

Girl happens

To dream

And dream boldly

In a pink tutu

love

 With not feeling well, I’m realizing a few things. 

I must slow down. I’m not in a race, and the moment I get in one is the moment I’ve lost. Right now, the most productive I can be is to sit in my recliner as I type. One day of activity results in one day of rest. My body is not normal. I’m not normal.  Learning to listen is key to growth. I’m having to do the hard work of surrendering my will. God knows what I want. I let Him know everyday. What I need is a holy pause. 

If this post doesn’t make sense I’m sorry.  Sometimes the thoughts flow. They ramble at times. Perfection would dictate that I not post this. In my desire to be authentic, I will post this. 

So right now, to get my travel fix, I watch the Amazing Race. To get my need to escape, I read. In my need to not be anxious, I pray, and I just let anxiety be. 

I love you all. 

Love yourself and one another

Questions

 Taking it easy

What is making you smile?

Any spring plans?

What are you reading?

What are you eating?

What are you buying?

Love yourself and one another

Sick

 Under the weather 

Love

 Listening to this sermon today, I’ve realized the sin of my ways. I’m feeling like my writing isn’t good. I’m searching to add something. What I’m seeing now is that there is no problem is my writing. It’s what I’m allowing myself to believe. I don’t have to even write for God to speak through me. So whatever I write, if it is pleasing to God, I will write. 

My gifts aren’t meant to please me. And that hurts. The truth reveals what the heart doesn’t want to admit.  So Lord have Your way.  Have Your way because mine isn’t yours.