Peach popsicle

 Muggy and humid

Whiffleball and 

A plate

Children

Running

And screeching

As they

Go round

Sprinting

For home

Awaiting a

Peach popsicle

Battle

 I’m learning that God is the Source of my sustenance. There are some things that He is the only who knows. He’s intimately acquainted with my sorrows and pain. He gives me reason to wake up with joy even after a night of tears. I don’t know what this season is trying to teach me. I’m having to learn with every moment not to fight. There are some battles that aren’t mine to fight. I’m wanting what I can’t have. And I’m fighting my own sinful flesh with everything I am. I’m fighting myself while trying not to fight others. Maybe a contradiction. If this post seems jumbled, it’s probably because my thoughts are exactly that. Thank you for humoring me. I’m in a battle I didn’t want. 

my heart

 Lord

You keep 

Dealing 

Body blows

I guess

If dreams

Are to happen

You are

The Only Way 

It will happen

Soften my heart

Cause either

I want 

Too much

Or I’m 

Putting my faith

Where it is

Not needed

friday scene

 A little

Smile as

I look

Out the window

At goats dancing

Children playing

And green grass

Basking in

A welcome drizzle

In the Powerful Presence

 Presently

Trying to remain

In the Presence

Of the Power

Of the 

Only One

Who always 

Desires my 

Undivided attention 

Heat

 The heat is here

Already this

Summer morning

I guess

One can say

The the AC

Is my best friend 

questions

 What’s in your cart?

What are you reading?

Any summer vacations?

What is making you smile?

What are you cooking?

Nothing

Rereading old favorites

Mountains

Internet being restored

Eggs