beach carpet—hot, dry, composite of miniature shell mirrors, pebbles, & sand molecules. each tiny bit composing a yellow shore blanket. i splay on this mosaic—my own music a collage made of millions of cells, notes, dancing, making me. each atom a party room of song & redemption long—longer than my eye can see the blue waves echoing off horizon edge.here i am.You brought me here, a bookmark in time, a pause. a place to be—just You & me. so here we are, together, on Your island beach.Your island beach where You take every memory every tear, each broken pottery piece...
clown. forced, fake, makeup caked, dressed to make you think of joy but on the inside a crying mess. farce! that’s all earth offers—pretend mirage happy like chasing wind, never full. a total lie. but a lie that can lead us to look for who is life! because happy is real. genuine in out true happy. rainbow on rain joy! real happy. a snail snails slowly along, happy as can be just the way he is—slime trail & all! no rock complains about sitting still. no cloud compares herself to lighting in jealous huffs. no, nature, creation, is content. so why do we talk...
look at the seed—it in itself contains the potential to become the plant (even the fruit!), but it must take time. it must take air, must water, must sunshine. & if it be submitted to this process of receiving & rest, growth will grow.submit to Design & with time, submission will multiply into growth, into gifts to give others—shade, fruit, a home. so become in the secret quiet. let the Designer take His time to make you fully Thine. discover the sweetness in trust & you will yourself become sweet. receive the gift daily. receive rain. receive sun. receive clear...
the same water splashing as Jesus came up from his baptism is in the earth today. the same water Naaman washed in and was healed is today a fountain still rushing. the same water parted in the Red Sea when God delivered His people from the Egyptians lives now. the water that carried Noah and his family in the ark, the water that Rebekah watered the camels with, the water Jesus washed his disciples’ feet with, the water that gushed from our Saviour’s side… still flows here—covering ocean beds, flooding river basins, flushing toilet bowls, dewing fields and watering gardens,...
the breath circulating in out inmy mind logging memories while I sleepcrisp air fried broccoli for lunchmy body’s ability to digestthat I have legs and that they work to walkthe promise of the rainbowthe flowers smiling just out my windowforksthe sky bright and bluethe roof above the floor belowthe fact that I can change; my past is not my future because the cross is realbloodGod’s wordmy ability to go out and purchase grocerieseach friendeach toe(especially the pinkie one without which I would be terribly off balance!)rootsJESUSopposable thumbsthat I’ve made it this farmy skin holding everything inevery morning God painting a...
how many jellyfish jig dance recitals has God choreographed, for an audience of One? how many waterfalls gush in secret, cascading down cliffside or mountain crag, hidden and glorious? how many stars He named, for none but Himself! how many ant parades He’s led, how many birds’ songs He’s composed, how many baby birds He’s coaxed out of their nest for their first time to fly, or sunrises He’s painted, storms He’s sketched. & all for Himself! we really are ignorant of all these grandiose and important daily miracles! yet God conducts it all, from His beauty for His glory....
