Protected: 2022 @ 5820
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Read more "Protected: 2021 @ 5820"The Monarchs Flight Sunny Saturday mornCool water on bright flowersPraising, I look to the skyEyes closed. PonderingA breeze across my faceWinds from the westAirport to the eastJet engines roar overheadPraise interrupted with tearsA week from todayShe will leaveLike a MonarchHer flight to MexicoLate AugustEmerging from a cocoonSpreading her beautiful wingsA calling to homeOr running awayWill […]
Read more "Ready for Take Off"A Facebook post copied here for whatever God has need of. May He alone be glorified by the words and experiences He has allowed through me. I live in SE Wisconsin but my home awaits. Updated Saturday morning: There are thoughts that branch from this post and had me awake in prayer. I struggle with […]
Read more "This is U.S."These thoughts flowed from my heart to a Facebook status today. It asked what was on my mind, so I wrote. A few words jumped out at me in this passage in the parable of the seed sower from Luke 8. Believers and professors of faith in Christ Jesus— take a look at verse 14 […]
Read more "Things of this world"Music speaks to me– it always has. I wake each morning with a song on my mind. The lyric aligns with my thoughts for the day yet comes out of the blue. Today as I worked a song came on my mind, completely out of left field. I haven’t watched Evita or heard “Don’t Cry […]
Read more "Mix Tape Memories"Before I write about anything else, I need to come clean. I’ve felt guilt as I’ve asked God to search my heart and show me where I keep tripping. It’s like a perpetual game of Chutes and Ladders or the sequence in Ground Hog Day when Bill Murray is trying to change the outcome of […]
Read more "Coming Clean"I wrote a poem this morning— A break from recent evangelical pleas on previous blog posts. You can find it on my new pure poetry blog: THE POET WHO DIDN’T KNOW IT I hope readers are still intrigued to follow along as I put on my whimsical hat and introspective goggles, depending on the weather. […]
Read more "Respite day: A poem about bugs"It’s Christmas Eve morning. Our home is quiet so I’m able to wake slowly. As I gain consciousness, my mind starts to recall all that we’d like to do today. Thankfully, it’s a short list of wishes that we’ll get to if we can. Truly, nothing will make Christmas more meaningful than what it is. […]
Read more "A gift that keeps on giving"Perfection. Ugh! I thought it was my goal for most of my life. Aren’t we raised to always do our best? In hindsight, I realize it was my enemy. I realize the anxiety it caused and the joy it stole. Controlling EVERYTHING was my method of achieving peace. It was so wrong. I wasn’t peaceful. […]
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