Season

 In the 

Season of 

Not knowing

And it is

A season

Far longer than

I’d like to

Admit

I’m tired

Yet trying

To trust

What can’t

Be understood

the path

 Renew me

Like a mountain spring

That flows from

Your voice

To move

And sprout forward

Going into

The next

With hope

Even if

It’s on

An uneven path

Good morning

 Good morning

Dear ones

Praying the 

Heaviness

And anxiety

Leaves my

Heart this morning 

Country days

 Grounded in

Green grass

The birds

Chirping

The rooster

Crowing

And the sun

Drying

The clothes

On the line

Surrender

 Surrender

Sounds

So simple

Yet execution

Is so hard

To do

Right now

Confessional

 Coming here daily

Sometimes feels

Like pulling teeth

Or sitting in confession

I’m not equipped

To understand 

Either emotion

Right now

Right now

It takes

Energy

To put

One foot

In front of 

The other

A return to the pews

 Sat in a pew

First time

In a long time

It didn’t cure 

My doubt

But it gave me 

Some joy

A joy

I didn’t have

To fake

I let people 

Love me

And accept

Their love

With no question

As to why

Or search

For a motive

There’s something

About the old 

Country church

Muddy boots

And scuffed Crocs

Where there

Is no pretense

I had to hold my tongue

When I disagreed

With others

I didn’t try

To be 

The grammar police

I just let 

Them feed me

Food

Say thank you

And let 

The Lord

Be the lamp

Onto my feet

Hummingbirds

 Good morning

Looking out

The mirror

At the 

Hummingbirds

Soaring

As they

Await

Their next feeding

friday musings

 Some days

It’s hard 

To show up

Here

And lay it

All here

For all

Of humanity 

To see

The depths

Of doubt

Questions

And quiet

Reflections

That permeate

My brain

Trust

 Help me 

To trust

Even as 

Exhaustion

And uncertainty 

Seem to dominate

The narrative

That keeps 

Replaying on loop

Trust You

Enjoy

To not despair

When I fear

But rather

Run to 

The arms

That can handle

My trepidation and unease

Questions

 Good morning. 

What’s on your heart?

What’s bringing you joy?

What’s in your cart?

What is making you smile?

Colombia

A good slice of pizza

Food

A new magazine

Realizing I’m having to find joy in everyday life.  The mundane isn’t ordinary anymore. 

Joy

 May your joy 

Be my own

As I learn

That waiting

Is not

Something

To be detested

Yet savored

For the 

Best

Possible outcome

Presence

 In Your Presence

I must remain

When I don’t 

My soul spirals

And my mind

Just descends

Into places

It has

No business going

own

 May I rest 

In your care

In your strength 

Not my own

Farm days

 The fields

Are where

Nature

Teaches

Us humans

Who’s boss

For every weed

Picked

It seems another

Appears

Farm work 

Might cleanse

My soul

But tests

My mind

With every 

New step

I take

When the work

Is done

The shower

Rains down

On tired bones

And who knew

Cold water

And lavender soap

Would make 

Me feel 

As if 

The lottery jackpot

Was mine

At last

Questions

 What is making you smile?

What is on your heart?

What are you looking forward to?

What’s in your cart?

You

The sunshine after the rain

Each new day

Books

rainy

 Rain

Is here 

Again

And no complaints

Will be levied

For cleansing 

And renewal

Is underway

Happy Wednesday

 How are you all my friends?  Sending love and hugs your way. 

Have a beautiful day. 

heart

 Singing out

For Praise

Won’t fix

My problems

But it 

May heal

My heart

rain

 Rainy days

Here again

Maybe the

Hint 

I need

To enjoy

Some rest

in the weeds

 Picking weeds

In the mist

Is a whole level

Of worship

With the Creator

My soul is tired

My mind clear

Farming

Back breaking

But soul cleansing

Birthday

 Thank you for all the birthday wishes. I appreciate it. Happy Sunday. 

the chance

 As I embark

On another

Birthday today

I’m grateful 

For a life

I could have

Never dreamed

I’d have

I still 

Don’t have 

All I want

But as

Long as

I’m alive

I have the

Opportunity

To chase

The chance