July 31, 2018
Quaking leaves whisper of Wind unseen
Breathing cool refreshment into tired days
As waters glide past like sand in an hourglass
winking diamonds reflect greater Light
I hold it in my heart and linger.
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Jeremiah 17:7-8
whose trust is the Lord.
8 He is like a tree planted by water,
that sends out its roots by the stream,
and does not fear when heat comes,
for its leaves remain green,
and is not anxious in the year of drought,
for it does not cease to bear fruit.”
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August 1, 2018
The smell of fish hangs in the air
as a train rushes past,
shattering the pulsing stillness
with a burst
The gray sky’s veil presses down
across my cheeks,
meeting my heart where still lies
a CHOICE
who or what will animate my day?
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Psalm 3:3
“But you, O Lord, are a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.”
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August 2, 2018
Twisted white trumpets dotting the hillside
speak of a daily choice:
to unfurl their petals and embody God’s glory
or keep their hearts closed and deprive the world of
their unique beauty
Stooping with childlike delight, I give thanks that most have dared to
open wide their hearts.
(As people, we can sometimes be twisted like these tiny flowers – at times simply because it is not yet time to unfurl and at other times because we resist doing so out of fear or mistrust. But in that “twisted” state, people are filled with such potential. I pray for God’s “unfurling” in each life. May we be like tiny trumpets declaring His glory and beauty through our lives.)
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August 3, 2018
Sunbeams kiss my skin
And wind through the willows
brushes the warmth gently from my cheeks
Lapping waves rock the old boat
as the dock pulses with the river’s life
A splash close by reminds me I’m not the only creature sharing this
(As people, we can sometimes be twisted like these tiny flowers – at times simply because it is not yet time to unfurl and at other times because we resist doing so out of fear or mistrust. But in that “twisted” state, people are filled with such potential. I pray for God’s “unfurling” in each life. May we be like tiny trumpets declaring His glory and beauty through our lives.)
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August 3, 2018
Sunbeams kiss my skin
And wind through the willows
brushes the warmth gently from my cheeks
Lapping waves rock the old boat
as the dock pulses with the river’s life
A splash close by reminds me I’m not the only creature sharing this
space
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August 4, 2018
Wheels turn slowly in me this morning
and in stillness I’m keenly aware of the deep inner movement of
womanhood
I feel Your gentle welcome to come
with all of me – the fragility & fatigue are not a surprise or
I feel Your gentle welcome to come
with all of me – the fragility & fatigue are not a surprise or
despised by You
Me voici – Hineni – Here am I
Draw me into You and use the raw materials of “me” to bless in
Me voici – Hineni – Here am I
Draw me into You and use the raw materials of “me” to bless in
Your world today
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Psalm 103:1, 13-14
“Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name!
13 As a father shows compassion to his children,
so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him.
14 For he knows our frame;
he remembers that we are dust.”
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August 6, 2018
The river flows slowly today
Inching breathlessly toward the unknown
An early morning flutist’s notes lilt through the air,
meeting my thankful heart
How good it feels to be still with my God.
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Psalm 103:1, 13-14
“Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name!
13 As a father shows compassion to his children,
so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him.
14 For he knows our frame;
he remembers that we are dust.”
_______
August 6, 2018
The river flows slowly today
Inching breathlessly toward the unknown
An early morning flutist’s notes lilt through the air,
meeting my thankful heart
How good it feels to be still with my God.
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August 12, 2018
Blue & black damselflies flit by water’s edge
as small fish wind their way below
One final morning to pause on river bank
with my God
It is well with my soul
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