Have you ever felt like you don’t know what you’re doing? Like if only there was a manual for parenting or marriage or life? You wonder if you’re alone or feel like you’re groping into darkness looking for the light switch? Just deep down longing for someone to notice you?Have you ever thought—I need a shepherd?I know—we don’t think of ourselves as sheep, so, this thought has never crossed your heart. But, what if a shepherd is what you need?Someone to lead you, guide you, so you don’t have to take guesses in the dark anymore or fall into hidden...
while licking melting rocket red white blue popsicles, we soar on two swings side by side. your laugh is one of my favorite songs; it’s in the top ten, with waterfall roars & star pops. I love looking into your eyes, the green flecks I speckled Myself lighting up as we play “i’m going to get you”, running and chasing in field, out of breath & grinning so much our smiling muscles ache. the clouds witness our friendship, the necklace I gift you—BFF—and the high five pound it, spin, hug secret handshake no one knows but you and me. the...
darkness runsshadow retreatssoil deep & damp waitsas little molecule breath seed becomes in secret earth wombbreaking dying opening receiving cloud’s water giftsexploding upin slow motion verdant & one hundred percent living, simple true like you if you be a good receiver—let rain soaklet sun saturate & air circulate receive we have nothing that we have not received so be like seed rest be let Creator rain & do not resistHis Gift
what is in the sky of your life? God deeply longs to create again in us. to pop His confetti cannons in our hearts, explosions of colorful yes’s, bursting & booming across sunrise banner.will you let Him?each second is a treat, an opportunity to receive & to rejoice, to let the Lord be the Lord. & as we submit to Him, His love dust settles in the cracked places, to mend to heal to make again. because we need the dew of heaven to revive us, to rest on us, to be within us always.like confetti, like dust or dew...
have you ever thought of God as having a sense of humour? the more i get to know Him, the more fun we have together. He Really wants to have fun with His kids. so loosen up. laugh. play. let Him push you on the swings, go down tube slides together & don’t forget to have tickle times & pillow fights, together 💛here are some funny things from creation God showed me. we had a good laugh, together. i hope you can smile with Him, too.ostrich faces!horse teeth!monkey buttscow uddersoctopi!for more posts about the laughter of God, check out these...
to sky muralist and water wave stepper. to the one who carved my thumb whirl and sealed my heart, hello my one true Love. You will never abandon or break up with me. never abuse or hurt me. You never change. faithful and true. each millisecond brings something different, yet You remain. steady, constant, firm. from the first tick of time to the final second of earth, You’re the unchanging rock. my hiding place, my everything. praise You for each mountain sculpture. You rearrange the sky tapestry—an ever escalating beautiful stratosphere singing Your glory. the rain, the coral, the forest,...
thank You for water as it rises, the kind that cleanses & covers. take away the debris & let everything sparkle & shinethank You in this evil age, You are here, in our midst. You are good & you do goodlike a mosaic of music, You compose the things we go through into a giant mural of good. & though we can only see one note at a time, by faith we understand the symphony song will be in harmony with Heaven when we fall down & allow You to compose thank You for compost, the trash & broken that crashes...
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...
what’s in you? we’re all like a pocket, with a space to be filled. but we must be emptied first to begin again.
