Month: January 2020

Early, the heavy grays hang low and rising from the ground is dense fog. Wet birds sit on buzzing high wires waiting for the storms to pass. Wipers flip back and forth so drivers can see there way. Headlights beaming but travel must be slow. The earth and the forces of nature can not be avoided and today the direction of travel is towards work. With windows up the crash of thunder is muffled and the flash is as quick as lightening can be. Traffic is busy as Americans often are, in so much hurry with no time to waste, not even for a moment of coffee with a friend. Sad isn’t it the our culture often puts accomplishing the next task marked complete on our check list of things to do, as much more important than continuing to act like a friend. Suit and ties scurry to the bank, grease monkeys unlock their set of tools, yet other sit homeless any place shelter can be found. A doorway, in an alley dumpster or even in the doghouse of someones back yard. Only a dogs love can be the friend of such a person who smells the way they smell. Sorrow is the heart of God as he looks down on all the busy. He sends the rain to the rich and the poor, to the brightest mind and to the dumb. So today as the storms of life settle and the sun shines again remember the storms will always pass.

Insignificant dust stands on the deck leaning against the rail drinking hot coffee, the sky is black and the earth is not awake. Staring into the morning before the sun speaks and birds begin to sing, a small heart cries out “Oh God.” Can you see my tiny?

The moon reflects a cloud, and the stars twinkle. Dogs run across the half frozen tundra, the trees beg to bud and the flowers are colorless. Spring is in need of the of bloom, dead brown leaves are still muddy covering the grass. Robins look for food and old man winter is becoming lonely.

The quiet of the almost night is a jet racing across the sky. The earth is turning. Each new day is a season of life, each moment is a decision. But for just a few seconds more I beg to burn my lips on my woman or another cup of hot coffee. My dust cries out again, oh God can you see my tiny?

So what kind of encouragement do I need to give myself today as I stand and pull up my boot straps? Should I spend another year attempting to increase my paycheck? Will I give more of my heart to just the ones I love, or will I share some compassion with a stranger? IDK all the answers but I know I must march forward, even when I am confused or afraid. I know there are people in my life that God himself choose to stand next to me in the dark. Continue reading “Stumbling Along…”