a calm day that called me to prayer
one of those between fall and winter
the air is cool and the sun is warm
it turned into the perfect day for my
imperfect prayers made perfect for
God’s ears by His Spirit so know that
God always hears all our prayers
I added my most personal prayers to
the Blessed Mother because there are
times when our faith like the day was
floating in the air up and down
somewhere between fall and winter
“Same stuff, different day.”
Another late afternoon break
after a late lunch. Too full to
I could see my neighbor’s
fire through the slits in his
We talked briefly once maybe
twice in the last two years. He
is burning, boiling, or cooking.
Today’s chaos is winding down.
I saw him drink from a can. The
heat of the sun is pulling back.
I sat and had these thoughts.
Something bothered me. Did I
take it to the anger level?
It is a misconception that
anything or anyone “makes”
us angry. We are responsible
for what we feel and how we
act or respond. Anyway, I
thought some more.
God’s grace doesn’t make it
impossible to sin, or be angry,
or things like that.
We must make choices. The
difference is this if one does
any of the above.
If you do not know God, you
may not know what you have
done and may not care.
If you do know God, you know
what you have done. You care,
ask God for forgiveness because
God forgives all our sins. We can
choose to walk away from God
or walk with God. “Same stuff,
different day” will be back again
tomorrow. God too.
I stepped outside for a break
right into a cold front. My hot
coffee won’t stay hot long.
Wind gusts are pushing
through the trees like a
The force of winter has nothing
in its way. The fall is forgotten
but my brain is still in sandals.
first cold day with a
morning frost the air feels good
and smells so so sweet
from the get-go today
there were no clouds
a slight wind and the
sun was strong all day
if it weren’t for the
heater kicking on you
would think it was
still summer well it
looks like it but I had
to wear a coat to go
out to check the mail
I told myself I was
warm enough but they
say tonight will be the
first freeze of winter
I pray all the pestilence
on our planet will perish
with the hurricane season
drawing to an end well at
least I pray so I was thinking
night is coming as is the cold
and more rain that cannot be
controlled or stopped
all creation or nature or the
weather are daily reminders
of God’s power and promises
the wind whips and the trees
sway in a chorus of prayer to
turn humanity back to God
before the Holy Spirit is told
to no longer hold back what
is to come
all that remains will have
exceedingly more to worry
about than just the weather
I made dinner and cleaned up the kitchen.
Then I stepped out back to take a break.
I made rainy day red beans and rice and
Cajun baked chicken thighs that my love
loves and a few breasts. The late afternoon
nap was not for me.
The rain falls slowly but continuously on
the metal patio roof behind me playing a
disjointed tempo all of its own drowning
out any other chords of rain. No wind
really and it is getting dark. I can hardly
see my steno pad. I am not sure what I
expected the Saturday after Thanksgiving
to be like, but this wasn’t it. The light over
the kitchen sink is on. Nap must be over.
Someone just closed the kitchen blinds.
I am sitting here in the dark, but I give
thanks to God for another day of life.
A moment of joy on this dreary dark day
comes to mind as I give thanks that it may
be too dark to see but I walk in God’s light.
the sun didn’t show
the rain did by the bucket
on our metal roof
Until now it was a lazy day.
The wind has doubled or more
and the sun is in full retreat.
I better hurry if I want to make
my window for a late afternoon
cup of coffee.
I made a 10 oz cup instead of a
12 oz cup to have enough room
for cream as I decided to try
a cup with cream only. Funny, I
like a double espresso with
sugar. But regular old coffee
black kills my taste for coffee.
I took a sip and put it down.
When I picked it up again, there
was a tiny bug floating in the
cup who didn’t like the coffee
So much for my Plan A. No time
for a Plan B if I had one today.
I guess it is time for me to start
cooking dinner. I am baking
chicken legs. Why chicken legs?
It is the only fresh meat in the
fridge that was dropped from
our scaled down Thanksgiving
menu. We already cut back
on the variety of food and
will cook less of everything.
Instead of for twenty, it will
be for ten, but in reality five.
We just went to back to Phase 2
this afternoon. So the few who
might have come will now get
curbside delivery service. All
wearing masks of course.
At any rate, there will still be
more leftovers than usual.
Turkey and ham will abound
for a good week or so. You have
heard it before, “Be safe, not
sorry.” It is hard to plan with
COVID. Things change quickly.
But we can plan to pray.
Give thanks and pray.
someday the sun will
rise without me
and the loud cry will
thus heaven’s gate
will have opened
for all of those who
so please understand what
it really means
if you should read that
someday the sun will
rise without me