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. […]Read more "In the Midst"