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