another day

another day is another day of blessing

we cling

We cling to the branch of life

when life is a gift

and the tensions inside us

tell us that life is fragile

and our grip on it feeble.

snowflake in morning sun

Yesterday the flakes glistened in the morning sun

as they floated downward

one by one-

millions of miniscule miracles.

Further down and further out.

Each flake a masterpiece

but insignificant in isolation.

And some folks go on adventures

and some stay behind

and some fight disease

and others are anxious

and still others pray for them all.

And none are in isolation

because a great cloud of them

is rising slowly,

onwards and upwards to the heavens,

till one by one they break away

and go Further up and Further in.

And when I am anxious I know that a friend is praying for me

and it gives me peace.

snowy fields

Sometimes the landscapes are in black and white with a smattering of grey.

Snow can simplify and obliterate but snow can also paint a scene dreary and lonesome.

hankering for spring

Never mind the snow blowing outside

and the subzero temperatures

and hungry coyotes wandering our street.

A splash of pink and green

in a bright blue vase

suggests spring isn't far off.

snow that is blown

The wind blows where it wills

and sculpts the fallen snow

much like the relentless waves

sculpt the sandy shores

and time and happenstance

sculpt us body and soul.

The divine breath blows

the divine words stir

and the divine hand leads.

And I try hard to remember

that it is all good.

sunday

On Sundays worship renews and encourages

and walks restore and invigorate

and woods inspire.

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things that are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal."

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

And when we think of daughters still comatose, and sisters taken to glory, and mothers facing an unsure prognosis we pray that our eyes may be eternal eyes. Raised in thankfulness and prayer. We pray that hearts may be lifted and that lips breathe hope: "Be Still and Know that I am God".

Be Still

and know

that

He is God!