Surrender to Thankful In the quiet of morning... all is hushed... I exhale the sting, the words that cut my heart Be hushed my soul... Wood holds each pane obstructing my view out the upstairs window, dividing my thoughts into splintered pieces like my compartmentalized heart. The wings of the robin carry her to rooftops she lifts her head in song... Inhaling His breath my heart surrenders... Surrenders to "Thankful"
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Life is a Garden
The nut tree stands tall above the rooftop of the blue house next door. Woody husks split wide open, forced to break and spit their fruit to the ground. The passerby stops to fill his stretched shirt... The squirrel busily gathers his winter stash... The Tall man and "his girl" wear out knees filling buckets to crack, and roast these gifts golden brown. A few blocks down, over the bridge and go left, the woman grey and girl not half grown sit in a room behind a white door. As the words from the mouth of the girl half grown spill forth speaking of things she should never have endured, the rain from her eyes start to fall... I doubt she's aware of the garden and seeds being sown in her heart, right here, right now. And that every drop of her tears are being used to water them. And that there is one who tends to these things, hoe in hand He prepares the soil of her heart to receive... to grow into a beautiful tree named life... her life... her babies life... The woman g
On Mark Chapter Five Verses twenty five through thirty four I want to press through distractions of everyday life I need to get to Jesus Don't make a fuss Nor cry out loud Press in... Keep pressing Words cut sharply across my heart... Press in... Keep pressing... False accusations Tear through my standing Press in... This tearing strikes my confidence ripping faith from hands... Press in... Keep pressing... My crowded heart struggles to beat My carnal mind won't stand still Press in daughter He's just an arm length away... Don't make a fuss... Nor cry out loud Just fall at His feet and touch Him "Little girl your faith has healed you"
The Gift of Interruptions
The gift of interruptions "If there were no interruptions I would be living my life alone" ...the ringing phone on a busy morning she's thinking of me ...the kiss on the cheek that lifts my head from reading he loves me ...the instant appearance of puppy in my lap, wrinkling the pages of my book I smile