As I sit here basking in the sunlight on my vacation, worship music filling my ears, the heat of light warming my face, burning off the coolness of morning, I imagine writing all that I’ve been arm wrestling with on stones and skipping them across the lake, that beckons me. One by one, each unique…
Tag: lens and keystrokes
Not Even Myself
Ever gone on vacation and you didn’t know what to do first, so you did nothing at all. How much more did your body just need to rest rather than to do? I could easily fall asleep here, sitting in a comfy chair in the corner of the cottage while tree shadows danced in the…
A Deeper Kind of Relief
Your voice is faint, calling me from the bathroom. I can only imagine what you want or need from the privacy of the throne. I open the door and peek my head in to find you straining to push out a poop baby from your anus. My rescue brain goes quick into action bringing you…
Numbered Days
Our days are numbered from the time we are conceived. At some point we all will be called to the feet of Jesus and judged by our works. We will be either placed in heaven or thrown in hell. I imagine you are still asking the same questions you peppered me with this morning. “Where…
Pure Delight
You are my pure delight as I lay here under ever changing skies overwhelmed by the canvas painted before me. I glance heavenward, so taken by the beauty I cannot believe I am where I am. My parka, a warm blanket, snuggles my body working hard to keep the chill at bay, as I stare…
Inspired
This is not your last rodeo, I insist upon it. You will try again, you will inspire through lens and keystrokes, you will…you will…you will. Keep at it, the voice in my head tells me, push through whispers in the shadows encourage, come back to earth doubt says, flagging down my fantastical brain. But, I…