The morning is quiet, but for the purring of cat and the ruffling of pages.
“Why Can’t I Keep Going?”
I ask myself, looking at the start and stop pattern in most of my endeavors.
not every season is spring / but keep roots reaching / drink deep
I wonder what the neighbours know / As I pound pavements / Desperate / Tethered / Chasing the elusive tail of a Dream
“Why Can’t I Stop Myself?”
The thought blips onto my radar, but I push it down, along with another oat bar. I call them oat bars, but they’re really chocolate bars with a few oats in them.
I often get turned in knots trying to figure out THE WILL OF GOD. Should I go here, do this, say this? What does God think about the things in my life?
Life is running around us, dogging our ankles, jumping up on us, eager to play, begging to be fed, wanting to walk a long way in the sunlight of God's grace.
How Will God React to My Mess?
I wonder this, as tears line my face. I’m so messed up.
Percy the Golden leads a simple life that revolves around the Master
Pour out the cup / let it bubble up
Deep blue dusk / the stars of my wonder peek out
Dear Human, You are so busy. You tire me out with your rustling and bustling.