Forty Plus Miles

      Through windows I see, see beauty and wonder, God's glory in creation; I see the reflection, pointing back to Him.        Through windows of the created I look, to consider what I see, this beautiful thing that points to the most beautiful one, Jesus.        Through laundromat windows I look at it's reflection staring back at me, grateful to Jesus for beauty in the heat. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

           Do I have faith, faith that grows, even in uncertain times? Do I still hope even when things aren't easy or right, certain that good will still be? Seeing the miles crossed I remember, remember the goodness of God all the way. Seeing those milemarkers of life's roads I remember as I take time to reflect, considering His faithfulness even in my faithlessness. I still consider these things and my faith builds. Yes, I still have faith. Yes, I still hope. Refusing to go without. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

          Pausing, reflecting, to not let them leave me. Binding 'round my neck, writing upon my heart; let love and faithfulness be found in me, never leaving. Let them be found in me, in Jesus' name.  -Inspired by Proverbs 3:3 Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

        To hope in fire and flames, rise and walk without fainting. To hold faith of a promised good still to be. To know grace unwavering in parched dry lands walked through; ONLY in Jesus, ONLY through Jesus is such a feat possible. In Him, and Him alone will I hope.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

           I left it there, somewhere under four parts of utter darkness, some part of me. Fire took me. Effort consumed me. Somehow, by the grace of God I rose and walked out. I left me there, somewhere under four sections of utter darkness in an enclosed area of a large house, some essence of who I was.              I rose to my feet, passed through fires of a summer day ending, and found my energy and myself again in a welcome exchange of time with youth. There the inner child came to play, to call the adult to fun in playtime with youth, our son, where two children played and were found living; the inner child and the actual one.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

           This dim light says "Write.", so I do. Not out of compulsion, but creation. This dim light bids me "Enter in.", so I enter into creation's playground, where both joy and the constructive still remain.              Here I write, listening as I empty myself, excitedly wondering what God will show me as I enter this dim light to create again. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!