“Every good and perfect gift is from above, come down from the Father of the heavely lights, who does not change like the shifting shadows.” – James 1: 17 I like how Tuesdays are laundry day for the preschool house on the grounds of the school where I work, and every time …
Father? You’re still there…..yes? I sit a little tired, a little worn, the restless angry fight spent. I’m so broken, God; so messy, so petty and petulant. Sometimes I’m weak and make choices that spin out tentacles like a crazy light show out of control and they spark and snap. Sometimes I’m strong and good …
“Silence is your only claim to wisdom” – Job 13, The Message Sometimes I have days, chunks of them, when the words in my mind go quiet, almost by command; outside of my own will. I sit on my lily pad like a wide mouthed frog and occasionally feel a welled up thought rise …
I picture social media as people sitting at a banquet, a friends’ banquet…..and there’s a microphone being passed around. It’s my turn…..testing…1, 2, 3….what to post as my status, what to snap with my camera for instagram…..what footprint to leave. “Hello? Is this thing on? Yes? It is? Ok, the guys in the sound booth …
If I were a blade of grass on a spring morning, just right before Easter, I’d be this one. I looked out my window early today and recognized myself and grabbed my beat up, cracked screen phone to go capture it. I snapped several angles, all bent down in the wet grass and shivered …