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
Draw a line in the sand,use your own hand,don’t let anyone standin your way. Decide to move on,don’t look back for long,time to sing a new song,it’s a new day. The line is all yoursyou see,you control it,not them and not me,you can draw it lightor as strong as can be,but the line being yours,it
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.
There are so many things in this world calling out to us, things and places that can never fulfill us the way only He can. Here’s my prayer for you and for me today. Here’s to a day of finding the peace we search for, long for, and so desperately need. Hey God, it’s me.
I don’t know what it is about me and rain. I looked back and realized I’d written several things about it and I guess it’s just the visualization of it cleansing my soul, the desire to feel like it’s God’s love washing over me. What a powerful thought! So, another rain reference for you…. Next
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
Yesterday, I was sitting on the beach, thanking God for so many things, especially not having a regular 8 to 5 anymore, I don’t miss it. I started thinking about how I asked for prayers this week and I could almost envision some of you whispering the words, like I was doing in that moment,