the sun casts the faintest
of shadows across the lawn
in the afternoon lull
my mind does not rest in
these peaceful moments
but continues to ask
questions in the hope of
answers to prayers so long
repeated so long lamented
so long hoped for all in
For God’s time is greater
than my own but how sweet
it would be
Satan’s emissary can be as
small as a fly spreading
the littlest lie a fiery
dart aimed at the heart
but just then as I held
on to what I know I heard
the church bells strike
three to remind me that
I belong to thee even if
I die before the fly and
the answers will come
in the sweet by and by
where there is vision
there is faith and where there is
faith there is vision
it has taken all
day for the sun to shine no
solace for her pain
a pain pill and a
patch may bring her some relief
lupus and faith fight
a light rain in the
late afternoon cools the air
God’s peace fills the air
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
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
today seventy with sun
praise God in response
give thanks for the big
and little things even in
the face of COVID
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.
It’s cold. The rain is steady
and cold. Not a soul outside,
Just me. There goes a bird.
Another bird from a different
tree. The rain is stopping soon.
I’m hopeful on Fridays because
COVID–19 is leaving and Sunday
Then Sunday passes. The call
will come. Maybe not today.
Maybe tomorrow because
Sunday is coming.