English Lesson, Kindergarten
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Jesus, because He said I could (ask) about a Five Year Plan– like a plannable annuity with a guaranteed return on my investment. as if… as if a sure answer for my tomorrows would bring me peace today. He whispers instead what’s doable– the Five Hour Plan-a chunk of time allotted to say, oh, baking…
Summertime is either noisy busy, with houses full of now-at-home children and the moms who want to make the most of the days, or, well….just plain busy.God is in all of it–the kidsounds and joy–and in the quiet, when we can coax it out of our day. Here are some shhhhhh…..thoughts for finding the some…
I wanted to write like Annie Dillard away alone aware– not here in the middle of this city/suburbs life. Leave the concrete and multiplying cars with their inhuman noises, seek a vista, a vale of color and light, to inspire and bring forth words like a flowing brook across quiet pebbles. But I’m here in…
heart potato from my garden, 2020 Potent works of art we are molded by God, thrown on the wheel, mud at his mercy. Shaped and used as He wills, fired in this earthly kiln– refined, His glory glazes. Empty vessels, He fills us, to water others with love, slaking their thirst. Sometimes we leak through…
Several weeks ago I made a foolish, self-centered comment on someone’s blog and clicked back a few days later to see if there was a response. When I re-read what I wrote, I sighed at my words and simply hit ‘Delete’. I felt SO relieved. Then I wrote this: Thank God for the “Delete” button…
Under Construction Concrete ripped and piled Bulldozed building pieces askewSaltines stacked on a pile of dirt.There is mess everywhere.Plastic flaps outside, tucked in and under,Protecting not much anymore.Piles of rebar readied for foundationsSand, rock for ballast, fill.There is mess everywhere.The glare of lights, warning signs,Ominous fences.There’s an implosion—Destruction inside,Overleaping, over reaching its boundsReadying for more,Which…