A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Sunday our congregation sang Holy, Holy, Holy. One of the classics. The first song in the Baptist Hymnal, number 5 in the Mennonite Hymnal (The red one, it’s number 120 in the blue one)…
Maybe I do know a little too much about hymnals.
…and…
Life isn’t fragile!
The thought stormed my conscience as if to shake me into realization.
I had heard of recent failings, of death and sorrow, of tiny flames snuffed out before their chance to light the world beyond their parent’s arms. And my…
In deep sorrow Bree spoke from her heart
That this was not an end, but a start
For she had not displayed
Of what stuff she was made
Until the world up and tore her apart
emotions are like smells…they linger
get rid of them as soon as possible, vent, open window etc.
I woke up swinging today.
The fight wasn’t my own and I never let fly any literal punches, but I felt the blows to my temple and gut.
When my eyelids are sprung by bird calls and 5:15 sunshine, I don’t mind. When my whole body jerks to a scream…
When Janice looked close at her sister
She was shocked by a huge fever blister
This would not behoove
For their dad wouldn’t approve
Of the boy that had secretly kissed her
“mom the sun is in my eyes!”
You can close your eyes, because you aren’t driving.
Isn’t that what God asks us to do?
We complain about hindrances to our calling and He shakes His head saying…”rest, I’ve got this.”
This is the last week of school. The boys are so excited and I am excited for them. Ivan especially cannot wait to call himself a first grader instead of a kindergartener.
It’s the last Monday to have this. This today, with all it’s weaknesses i…
I love to display my kid’s artwork. I have to rotate it out regularly and make room for more fabulous drawings and paintings.
I’ll be honest, I don’t always like what they make. Sometimes I don’t see the value in the subject, sometimes I have to…
A sweet little dreamer named Ivan,
Saw himself in the future just thrivin’.
He’s a famous inventor,
With Miss Mary his mentor,
There’s no limit to where he’s arrivin’.