Drops on my glasses

Drops on my clothes

Turning me cold-


Driving to meet friends

Driving amongst crazies

Can’t see through gray-


Can’t park close enough

Stepping out into puddles

Feet wet and cold-


Phone’s in my bag

Full of my life’s photos

It sneaks in, slippery-


Order food for the family

Carry it outside

My bags get soggy-


Clouds stop dripping

Rainbow spotted above

All is clean and green-

wondrous torture.

Hand of the Lamb


Skin’s so soft, I’m feeling fine bones.

Clenching tightly, I grasp on to hold.

This physical manifestation of what lies beneath

is strength that holds me up, when I can’t seem to breathe.

This hand offers softness in its effort to comfort

smooths over my soul, while giving me support.

I need His grace, mercy, hope and forgiveness

each and every day of my life – if I hope to last.

I need this hand of the lamb as I walk my daily path,

til the day when a hug will take the place of the hand.


*Photo CC0 from Pixabay


A Sunday

Do you ever feel like you are in the right place at the exact right time? It feels like physical harmony, not just that vibration in your ears and throat you get when you sing, but a total body vibration – like all is right in the universe.

God has been blessing me with that feeling more often lately. I’ve been growing in my relationship with God over the past few years intensely. I’ve had ups and downs in this process…so many ups and downs. As you know from my last blog post, I have begun to obey the tasks I am given. It’s not always easy. There is often doubt and even panic on occasion, but that’s where that TRUST issue comes in. Faith is trust.

I had recently become dissatisfied with my church. I was led there for a time, at the right time where I was needed and for what I needed. Lately though, I have been leaving there feeling sad or angry and empty inside – not by anyone’s fault, it’s just that the lines weren’t connecting for me spiritually. I decided to go church shopping. It’s not a new thing for me, as we have moved often for my husband’s career. The funny thing is though, that God sent me a message about a particular church. Not once, but twice. Out of the blue I received an invitation in my mailbox addressed to me, and then one of my good friends told me about it – also out of the blue. It just happens to be the closest church to my new home, so I went. Today.

I was in the right place at the right time. The building is comfortable, the people made real connections with God in that house and the music was right up my alley. The best part was the sermon. The head pastor was gone on a mission trip so we were blessed by a talk from the young children’s pastor, and he seemed to be speaking directly to me. The Spirit was working hard this morning, the pastor was fired up!

He preached on Mark 11:23 – “Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them.”

The sermon was about faith. Trust is a more accurate word. You need to trust God. God doesn’t owe us anything, and yet we have been given the most precious gift imaginable. Salvation, connection, redemption and relationship with the most Holy One.  But, a gift needs to be accepted. We need to hold our hands out to Him and say, “Yes, God – I accept. Thank you!”

It’s just that simple. Trust Him. Accept Him. Then…nothing but awesome sauce.

I needed a gentle reminder this morning. Thank you, Jesus.

Peace to you and yours…