Category Archives: Musings

Golden rays fill the weary skyThe glow pouring over all like paint poured out in an unmeasured “whoosh!” Cerulean blue the backdrop for colors burning upTheir intensity throughout the day increasing slowly From the cool of the morning dawnCrescendoing into evening heat Slowly the cerulean darkens by shadesThe brilliant orb of light taking leaveBowing outContinue reading “Dawn’s Bedtime”

I’m not sure where to start today . . . there’s an emptiness that’s moved inside, a heaviness of despair it seems, that’s taken residence in me. Have I invited it to stay? Despair a kind of cloaking thread that keeps the busy world away as I traipse slowly on instead? I doubt this isContinue reading “Overcoming Despair”

The ebb and flow of endless waves Salted droplets in my hair God walks beside me by the sea His breath I breathe eternallyHe cradles me in sheltered care Storms raging round my fragile form While infant, growing, fully grown When aging as my life here’s done Through sunset’s painted colors brightAssurance that He’ll alwaysContinue reading “Waves of Promise”

“Help me” was the texted phrase Sent to me late one night Children winging silly wordsBut did I know? Were they alright? Their good mom in another room The children bored, so they said Random pictures, confusing wordsReaching out just to be heard “Do I need to come to you?”“No, we’re fine,” was their replyContinue reading “Help Me, Please!”

A friend requested prayer recently for a loved one rushed to ICU, his body seizing, breathing support needed. I could not help but feel the pain of their suffering, the patient and his family, the hurt that seems not to end. Tribulation of this world poured out again, again. “LORD, help me see the hopeContinue reading “While Suffering”

I just about choked laughing out loud when our eight year old grandson sweetly asked, “How long have we been stuck with you today, Nana?” It had been one of those long days. Our daughter had taken one of their dogs, a ninety-five pound Rottweiler mix, to a trainer who lives sixty minutes or moreContinue reading “Stuck With You”

Have I finally let go, Lord? Of those burdens that have weighed me down . . . those worries for loved ones? Things I cannot control, or really have much influence on, other than to love and pray. Have I finally let go, that thing in me clutching to my breast those precious ones growingContinue reading “Letting Go”

“Nana, should we pray?” asked the eight year old grandson. The three P’s were sitting at our counter, come to make reindeer cookies. A snack of apples and peanut butter sat before each of them, taming tummies a must before creative work. “Well, yes, if you would like. Would like to offer the prayer?” “No,Continue reading “Keeping Cats Off The Table”

The angst that history has recorded of families divided during the Civil War, brother against brother, father, uncle or cousin; sisters, mothers, aunts, relatives of every age and gender, torn between long-held beliefs, cultural practices, and personal opinions, plays on my mind as I view the discord amongst family and friends as we endeavor toContinue reading “Finding Common Ground”

Thank You, LORD, for the clarity You have brought to my mind today. In the interesting clutter of possibilities of where to settle my attention, You have reminded me, again: You first, relationships second, my interests third. When I am confused between relationships and my plans, thank You when the way is made clear. SometimesContinue reading “For Today”

Is it any wonder that weariness has pervaded our land? That trudging through the slough of the pandemic, enduring unending political turmoil, and imagining every possible outcome from the attacks on our country’s very foundation have threatened one’s sense of tranquility? Add in the never ending intrusions of social media, online fixes, and constant dataContinue reading “Mental Exhaustion”

Free from the bonds of earth and of othersStill there’s a need for an anchoring limb Does it imagine it’s independentOf the wide world it’s growing in?Where does it spring from, come into being This whispy, exotic, diaphanous thing That proclaims with a boldness a certain uniquenessThat shouts to be heard among rooted things?If notContinue reading “Of Air Plants”

Thoughts of Old Testament altars bring to mind massive stone table-like structures where the blood of sacrificial animals poured out for sins of the people have left indelible stains. The killing of the bullock, the ram, the lamb, the dove, whatever animal was being offered suggests a chaotic scene: the holding of perhaps a strugglingContinue reading “The Altar of Grace”

What do I really hunger for, LORD, when my body seems well nourished, yet my angst to chew fills my mind. Is this a sort of “gnashing of teeth,” an emotional, mental, physical, or spiritual hunger that drives me on? Am I just bored? What’s the deal? Is it just because it is time toContinue reading “Hungry”

For many years a small wooden puzzle has had a place on my shelf. Perhaps Mother gave it to me, or I found it amongst her things. The picture is of a Mama rabbit with several wee bunnies surrounding her, and the words “Always anticipate a miracle.” This small 1.25” wide x 1.75” tall four-pieceContinue reading “Always Anticipate A Miracle”

“I love you, too,” she said to me. Yet I wondered. Her actions pushing me away, or so it seemed, says otherwise. Neglect at reaching out towards me, behaving in ways I think she should, do these negate love she might feel somewhere deep inside still . . . for me? And then “three fingersContinue reading “Love In-Action”

The loudest voice I heard directing what path I should take after high school graduation was, “Go to college!” It echoed down the halls of each school I attended, by teachers, counselors, parents. It was the shining goal all students were to run towards; the natural procession of things; the next breath to take. One’sContinue reading “Above False Gods”

Do some choose chaos to run and hide Into the maddening frenzied frayTo avoid that awful nakedness When hurts and sins before them lay?Takes courage to walk the humble roadTo be stripped bare of all pretense Of works and glory, self-righteousness Things we hold in our defensePiercing deep beneath outer shell That shields from worldContinue reading “Run To Peace”

“Oh my goodness!” the mother lamented as she listened to her adult children share their feelings about the home-style haircuts she had so carefully given them when they were young. Her memories reran to about 35 years earlier when the busyness of life precluded even the thought of taking the children for a professional haircut.Continue reading “It’s All In The Cut”

Peeking out the walled in frame Fearful took a mighty step To lean forward just a bit To look outside The walls were built there brick by brick Over time, or hurriedly Thoughts a fortress tightly made To keep inside Years of dwelling in that place Brought want of fresh air and new view PurposeContinue reading “Becoming Valiant”

Through tangled vines the light shines forth It matters not from where I seeThe light is dancing midst the leavesPast twists and turns, it reaches me The vines and trees in Czechy land Filter light as do the treesOutside my door, or down the streetOr wherever in the shade we meet In Germany we foundContinue reading “Tangled Vines”

I needed this word today, germinated from Maggie Smith’s quote, posted by my Noom group coach: Even when, especially when, Life feels cloudy, do your best to see yourself clearly. Try to articulate what inspires you versus what shuts you down, what excites you, what scares you. When you think about what you want andContinue reading “Inspiration”

Where comes this stiff-necked attitudeA veil in which to shield myself Predicting voices I will hearWhen ‘round certain loved ones dear?Confusing ‘tis for all of us How to navigate this trough Is bitterness inside of me The reason for my short rebuff?LORD, help me please to understand Why I act this toilsome way Where inContinue reading “Unveiling An Attitude”

Is dying to self an awful thing? Nay! ‘Tis but the process that ultimately bringsThe best of us grown out I shudder and cling to that that I know My familiar rut, behaviors that flow Naturally from me Around and around in the same old trackGetting stuck deeper, so much that I lack Would IContinue reading “Dying To Self”

Would You whisper in her earA word, to let her know You’re nearThat You are truly real To be a place that she can dwellTo flee the strife that ‘round her swells To be her place of refuge I cannot reach her, LORD, from hereI’m bound by space, how she believes Yet for her myContinue reading “Whisper Please”