the wind is moving sweetly
from a tree here then over
there dropping a whisper
here then over there but
not for me like the song
of the same name
even so a gentle breeze
touched me to remind me
that hope is never lost
only momentarily forgotten
but always within reach of
a believing heart and mind
there was a time when I
thought that hope was for
everyone else but not for me
we have the hope of
Jesus’ coming because he
has risen indeed
greater than faith with
hope is faith without any
hope at all at all
I was sitting outside in my new chair
for the first time. It was a Valentine’s
Day slash birthday gift from my
I wasted as much time as possible
because I could easily sit in this
lounge chair for hours on end.
I read my Kindle on my phone which
is a different book than on my
Kindle. A book I had forgotten I was
I opened a crossword. I closed the
crossword; my mind wasn’t up to it.
I was content that death may not
be coming today.
Which made me think as I listened
to the birds, a time is coming when
I won’t hear the birds anymore or
the piercing sound of the wind.
I am holding on to a thread of faith
that says God has the power to do
all that he has promised.
I wait eagerly for what lies ahead
even when my faith is too weak to
see anything but the sound of the
It is a warm seventy-five for
a day in February, with a
refreshing gust of wind from
time to time.
One street over, the same
dog that barked its head off
yesterday is doing it today.
I’d guess that it was the same
train that went through with
a different engineer because
the horn blasts were new. It
was two shorts and long. Rest
and repeat. Rest and repeat.
What came next I couldn’t see.
It came and went too fast to go
take a look. The sound of a
military jet was so ear breaking
awesome, I was ready to reenlist
on the spot!
For me, twenty years in the army
flashed by with the sound of the
jet. That dog is still barking.
Daily I am faced with the reality
that I can no longer do what I
loved to do so long ago and not
so long ago.
I must be content with the things
I can do now. As I have gotten
older I rather do more, not less.
The Lord knows our limitations,
but we serve a God who shows us
his unlimited grace.
I trust God will open yet another
door I now cannot see. The dog is
tiring. I, too, may be tired.
But I do not tire of your grace or
your love for me. Age has stepped
in but my time is in your hands.
By your unending grace, I can serve
you as I am now because you are
the God who made me who I was
with the knowledge of who I was
how can the church draw
a line where there is none He
said, “Come to me…”
we talked in the still
of the sun God listened to
every sigh and cry
I could not imagine what it was like
living without running water until
the other day when the pipes froze.
Then the rain came. The icicles on
every house in town started to melt
and running water returned.
But it was my recent tooth extraction
that reminded me how frail humankind
is. True, we are wonderfully and
fearfully made, but fragile. As I was
listening to the whir of the drill and
occasional cracking sounds, I was also
reminded I was never destined to be a
dentist. Not my gift. You see, whether
or not you believe in God, He is the
giver of gifts. All gifts. For example:
Two farmers are neighbors. One does
not believe in God; and the other does
believe in God. But God gives to both.
God provides rain for both of them.
Hence, it is apparent that my new
dentist and his staff are amazing and
love what they do. So, my dear reader,
be thankful for the skills and the gifts
you have. No matter how hard you
worked to learn to do what you do and
love to do, use your gifts well, because
God delights in excellence as they are
His gifts. On loan to us for a season.
You are in a sailboat
out on the water far
from the familiar.
The wind ceases. It is
so quiet you can hear
The only other sound
is the water slapping
the sides of the boat.
Common sense would
dictate that you row
the boat home.
You can if you want.
Faith grows choice by
Spiritual sense would
dictate that you wait.
You choose to wait
There came a whisper.
“Sail on, sail on.” Then
came the wind.
a new year of hope
to simply savor the gift
of life in God’s peace