I walked her to her car.
“Do you think I can beat
I smiled, “I don’t know.
You and the rain are like magnets!”
She smiled and drove down
Buckets of rain fell out
of nowhere as she drove past our mailbox.
It was a five minute
downpour followed by sunshine and sweet
breezes for the rest of
I couldn’t help thinking
things like that happen
only because you are loved and very special.
prayer is the only
application of faith that can turn
anxiety into trust
and trust into hope when there are no
visible solutions to
the problems at hand
the act of prayer
invites the power of God to solve the
I cannot see the
answer today but in God’s time he will
make that which
is invisible visible
there is no hope in
the past our hopes lie only in what is ahead
I thought I really decided
what I had to do to bring my lifelong malaise to
but now I am not so sure
that’s okay because I will
continue living my life in the shadow of dysthymia
that no one but me knows
is always there no matter what I do or where I go
so I will continue to
know joy pain and sorrow laughter and tears all
at the same level where
dysthymia and I live on a line that runs just below
and parallel to normal
whatever that is
if you are like me don’t
forget this secret
I can look up and I
know God who lives above the lines looking
back at me and in God’s
eyes I am loved and special no matter what
I didn’t feel like doing another crossword on my phone. I didn’t feel like writing another poem about the weather. I caved in and scrolled through the news on my phone. Instantly I was reminded of the many reasons why I seldom read, watch, or listen to the news anymore in any form. Even if I do scroll through the news, I only look at the headlines.
Over a dozen of the headlines reported violent deaths and hate crimes here—only in America—not in rest of the world, only here in America.
Americans are no longer free. America is not divided; it is beyond divided. It is imploding from being in bondage to uncontrollable hate and violence. So, the America that was, no longer is. You think it is but it is not.
The good character traits and human values based on God’s Truth that most Americans used to embrace and emulate helped America become one of the most civilized and successful nations on earth. That is no longer true.
No God, no peace. No God, no safety. No God, no truth. No God, no love. No God, no life eternal.
for me correction
has been a godly act of gentleness and love
after which I was
reminded to seek his face your face Lord I seek
the first of a string of cold nights
and mild days are a welcome change
I am not outside at my usual
time so the stillness and quiet are very refreshing
I can hear the drone of a lawn
being cut probably at the church and a siren far away
add a loud bird and I think it may
be stereo another lawn being cut on the other distant side of me
my tea went from sipping hot to
cool enough to gulp if I want to with less than half a cup left
do you know what is missing
my steno pad as I opted to bring my laptop outside for the first
time so my Namiki fountain pen
already a relic by age alone is now a sure sign of my past
thirty-five years ago or so on a
day like today I’d walk from my Kaserne to a bench along the
Nahe River to sit and fill a
notebook with all the woe is me of the day and to pray
no cell phones and no PCs really
just a few word processors at work using large CP/M disks and
floppies I think
about one sip of cold tea to go
you know the same God who
used to hear my cries then as I looked out over the river
hears me now
I for one am glad that some
things don’t change and God is one of those things
my father God has never
forgotten one of my tears as we sat along the river
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
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.
a lovely summer day in the middle
of winter and before a deep freeze hits us this coming weekend
my thoughts are far from here
preoccupied with dreams unrealized hopes unfulfilled
new thoughts and dreams tip my
world off of its axis but the Lord has brought me through worse
the sound of a train whistle brings
me back to the here and now as my thoughts chug forward
when my spiritual discernment
is at an all-time low God’s unfailing love spills into the void