Your Fire tickles my toes, flames lick each tip, lighting me to dancedon’t stop telling me secrets whisper it allI want to Know—the flowers’ dress sizes the stars’ names & where the wooly mammoths used to find You in the morning. I want to know what the volcanoes know, and where is the rain stored? I want to know. I want to know You More. come close, I can’t breathe without You. everything else is mannequin mirage, crumbs & vapour, coming to nothing. The earth waits, for You. so make me pregnant—expectant of You. like Moses met with You, FACE...
who doesn’t love delicious French toast?! eggy & sweet, spongy & tasty to eat. this breakfast delicacy delivers cinnamon-y & syrup-y goodness! from flour milled to bread baked, French toast requires time, care, & work, to eventually produce this delightful morning time sweet—a process!like cooking French toast, our lives are process. we don’t wake up to insta-sweetness. we wade through grief. we battle sickness or even the fight to believe. but when we submit to Jesus, trusting His process, we will find goodness in the end. it won’t always be sweet in the moment, but we can look ahead to the...
the sweet repose of a water lily paints a picture of stillness & rest. a refuge, for frogs & dragonflies, insects of all families, to pause. the green leaf only a glimpse of the plant, as long stems wind down to pond bottom where roots nestle, a hidden network. it’s through secret connection the flower floats & flourishes, through this abiding deep below the water, all things flow. rest is enjoyed, by many, because the water lily is planted, tucked in & secure in a deep place only it knows. because of this, it grows & it provides a place...
