You Are Created to Fly!
A friend told me they had spent some time with the Lord on their run.I said, “Oh, what’d y’all talk about?”“We didn’t talk.”“Oh, but you said…”“I said we spent time together-just in one another’s presence.”And it hit me: there’s a lot to this.
He stepped back from his work, pleased. He took a breath. It was good. He considered his work. It had taken some time. Oh, it wasn't perfect. He knew when he started it wouldn't be. But it was good. It was good because he'd given his attention to it, set his focus upon it. He'd …
Daddy left earth today, December 4, 2022 at 3:12pm. Saturday morning he was moved from home hospice to inpatient hospice. He said he was there to go meet Jesus. Grady and I were able to stay the day and the night with him. We were able to play his favorite praise music, run the star …
Summer falls into Autumn warm spices fill our cupsand command our algorithms green erupts into colorwarm shades of the seasonExcitement fills the air and the heartsPollen dropsyellow lingers in the windI feel it upon my faceparticles of dust Goldenrod, Ragweed, Elm and GrassHay is cut and rolled into balesI sneezeagain and againEyes red, stuffy nose …
Within me is the heart of a wildflower.
Blue birds and brown house finches play the sun dips behind the treesA soft breeze catches wind chime sails the strikers play a delightful tune:A symphonic orchestra in perfect harmony. Leaves clap in adoration. I smile Breathe in the airIt’s cooler now and I can smell the slight rumblings of FallBirds scatterThe sun disappearsThe symphony …
True wealth isn’t found in the inanimate, but in the living.
Have you ever felt you didn’t know what to say to God? You are not alone.
The sky is a kaleidoscope Turned within the hand of the masterMulti-faceted pieces fall into placeEndless variationsEver changing view Each take shapeBeautiful, seen, noticedReflection, Refraction Light dancesColors seat themselves across the canvasAnother turnColors sway and settle once moreLight laughsThe keeper of the kaleidoscope breathesDelighted.
Birds aren’t meant to live in cagesNeither are peopleBut there she was: Trapped, uglyLosing all her feathersMoltingPlucking the feathers one by oneFreeing space for new ones to appearIt was painfulIt was hardPerhaps she could be beautiful againI knelt beside her“It’s okay, little one. I forgive you. You are always and forever FORGIVEN.”“I don’t deserve forgiveness.” …
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