Friday, May 22, 2015

Be Still and Know that I Am God

Be Still ... Quiet ... wait ... don't do anything ... listen ... breathe ...
And Know ... Be aware ... consider ... take it in ...
That I Am ... The beginning and the end ... alpha and omega ...
God ... Loving father ... King of kinds ... Lord of lords ...

What if ...
  my great plan is to rest, to enjoy God's peace
  my great purpose is to be His child
  my great task is to worship him and love His children
  my objective is to share joy
  His plan for my life is to be saved

I think I can do
  that....
I can feel the breeze tasting my skin ... 
I can smell the dew scenting the air ... 
dogs tail wagging hellos ... 
the soft ground glides under my feet ... 
notes in an unsung melody ... 
art is art is art

Thursday, May 21, 2015

So it's 9:30 on a Sunday night. I live in a 30+ year old middle income community, aging fairly well. There's a knock at the door. I open the door and see a young man standing in my doorway, holding a pack of papers with a list of magazines that he is selling. I step outside, "What's up?" He steps closer and points to the papers, "Would you like to buy a magazine?" He steps into his spiel. I wait, and then note, "Well, it's kind of late." He explains, "I'm trying to pull myself up in the company, working extra hours, getting more sales. I want to be like you". I say, "old"? He smiles, "No, I want to be well off. "You're not old till you're cold." I smile back. "Will you bill me?" His smile drops an inch, "No, cash only" he pauses and his voice drops, "or donations". He's fairly well dressed, not drugged up. I put my hands in my pockets, two days before social security hits ... "All I have is $2.00," I give it to him. He sighs, "thanks". I give him a hug, and he hugs me back, "hey good luck." He turns, "Thanks Ma'am." He walks away, I shut the door. My husband walks up behind me, "Who was that?" "Someone who needed help." "Did you give him anything?" "Of course." "Good."
Your stories
Awaken
Something sleeping
Deep within
That needs to live
Again

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Today I'm feeling forgiven .... so if I have hurt any of you by my words, actions or lack ... I am so so sorry ... please forgive me....

the longer
I live
the more mistakes
I make

the more mistakes
I make
the more I need
to say
I'm sorry

not for what you did
not for what you said
but for what
I did and
for what
I said

when I release
forgiveness for
myself
I free you
and
I free me

because

your behavior
doesn't dictate
my response
I do that all
on my
own

October in Vermont 2007

October in Vermont 2007