She pulled into the parking lot, hoping to find a space,another day, another week, in this life, this crazy place. There was one labeledFrustration,and one that saidFor the Mad,one said,Park Here, If You Can’t Let Goand one marked justFor the Sad. She drove in slow motion as she passed each of those by,not wanting to
I’m a mess in the making,chances I keep taking,to do things on my own,thinking I’m strong enough alone. Often, I don’t even knowthat what I’m doing is even so,because I run full speed ahead,lightly, I don’t know how to tread. Then when I realize what I can’t do,I turn to You, God, I turn to
I have a thing about trees. I can’t explain it. There’s this one particular tree on a neighbor’s farm that I’ve photographed 100s of times at sunrise, as in getting in my car at sunrise and racing there to catch it coming up behind that tree. I’ve photographed it with leaves, without leaves, he is
I preach and preach to all who will listen (and yell it for the girl there in the back that looks like me) to let things go, especially those little things that hurt me so. Holding on to them is for what? To prove a point, to make sure we get the last word, to
Even when the storms try to pull us from His grasp, even when our souls are weak, He never lets go. We need to because He never will.
The older I get, the more I’m learning to roll with the tide. It’s all temporary.
We so often feel we are the only ones broken when, truly, the other side of the wall is broken too. Beautifully broken. Just like us.
I don’t know about you but I end many of my days feeling as if I’ve run all day long. I don’t mean run as in errands or out and about, although there are those days, but just running emotionally and mentally. It’s as if my soul feels it needs to do and do and
This past Sunday, I woke up so stressed. It was about 1:30 in the morning. I laid in bed tossing and turning until I gave up about 2:30. The list was running rampant in my mind – you know, ‘the list.’ Ridiculous, life-sucking, energy-draining list, most of which we can’t do anything about… except lose
I find myself at a loss for words.I find myself talking way too much.I am happy and floating,worried and anxious,laughing and smiling,holding back tears….. and that was yesterday. Is it age or hormones,fear and joy mixed together,maybe it’s history replaying in my mind…I do not believe this has a name except perhaps,life. Crazy, chaotic, overwhelming,
Our woes and worriesweigh us down,heavy,tearful,until they become a dwelling place. Woe is me,this home of mine. While we ride the woe coaster,He watches,He loves,He sits on the porchlonging for usto come sit with Him. His love is so greatand the size of our woes doesn’t change it.It is what it is.His love.He is who He
The sun rises.It’s the beautiful days,when life is good,all is well,carefree,and pain is absent. Those are theoccasional momentswhen all is right with the world. We thank Him…. we try to rememberto thank Him. Then the rain comes,the tide turns,the pain comes,our eyes burn,the tears flow. He so quickly comes to mind.Before all else. We beg,we plead,we bargain,we cry out,we