Forty Plus Miles

         "Peace; be still.", said the stars in the night, reminding me of God's provision and His careful watch over us. Peace; be still. Considering every detail; every bright shining detail. The wind passed through as change always does, eerie and unsettling, still I held to the promise of protection and provision of peace EVEN in the shifting (Psalm 46:1 ); peace through faith.              Looking again there was hope that calmed fear of another shifting, another weather pattern that was changing, for the God I serve never changes. It was here rest was found in a growing faith, in a mustard seed of faith that I'm told (and believe) can move mountains (Matthew 17:20).  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. T...

          Echoing in my head, over and over, and I am pondering it. "Doubt is a luxury we can no longer afford." , playing from "The Incredibles" movie, echoing deep inside. "How could I have afforded it then? Why did I even want to? What can I afford now?", questions I'm asking myself, reflecting on faith.             Playing clearly, loudly in my head as I reflect on this. "What will I 'buy'? What will I seek to 'afford'; what will we?" ; my family and I. Looking over times I was too afraid to have faith in greater proportions, not sowing better seeds than those into the soils of safe and comfortable. It's been many years now, and the journey for my family and I must change, we must have faith for greater things, seek to "afford" it, remembering that even a mustard seed of it can move mountains, and we can't "afford" not to as we place our trust in Jesus on another busy Monday where possibilities ...

I try, I cry, Hoping to fly. I try, I die, Leaping to fly. I cry, I pry, past hopelessness try; try, try, praying to fly. 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!

Give greatly going; give grace generously. Go! Give grace greatly; Go! 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!

         When you get knocked down, I hope you don't quit, pray you don't. When you fall flat on your face (and you will sometimes), I hope you get back up, I pray you do. Not everything will always work out, and some days it will be easy to stay down; but when you get knocked down, know you don't have to stay down, and that you can get back up 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!

         "I'm still here!" , he calls out loudly from some dark corridor that's long been forgotten. "Tag!", he yells, hitting me the way a ninja hits their target with their sword: quick, precise, and completely by surprise.            I jump, mumble angry words under my breath, and then take off in hot pursuit, fueled by fire to overtake my surprise assailant. Then it hits me: it's dark and I'm without a light here. I panic, stumble in the dark, and struggle all the way. He peers cautiously out, wonders if I'm pretending in order to lure him out, and emerges with a fresh bright light when it's clear I'm not. He walks with me, leads me along, and when he knows I'm safe he begins again. "Tag!", he yells as he strikes me in a fun child-like way and runs off. "I'm still here!", yells my inner child, returning me to wonder and joy so I can live again. I walk, first slowly, then faster as I no longer search with ...

 "A pit holds the promise of a tree, you just have to let it grow", grow through hardships, blossom from the once thought useless. A seed remains in my thoughts, and I wonder how many "trees" are there, how many need "planting" in lives, ones like ours, ones like mine. It is here I am left to ask only one question: How can I 'let it grow' from the pit I hold inside? 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 miss the rumble, the roar of wild calling me out. I miss the low growl, the stirring that's just enough to rouse the sleeping lion within my spirit. I miss the untamed invitation reminding me of adventures then, now lost from those surprising provisions, where adventure that was short-lived in a small truck in years past is heard again in a reminder to me through a large truck driven. I miss that metal heart waking the sleeping me, calling me from the mundane and daring me to enter the wild parts of life within.            I miss the rumble and what it reminded me of then, something I had forgotten for what seems so long ago: that wild moments can be found even in the low throttle of a truck (no matter the size) if I'm willing to listen and embrace it to live free. 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 parti...

Hope, when it feels impossible.  Believe, when it makes no sense.  Trust, that good is still possible;  In the presence and power of Jesus;  in Jesus' name. 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!

          Grace, in the hustle of life when it feels like too much. Grace, in the exhausted and hard-pressed times of a twenty four hour day to enter. Here, when the moments come and go and it's almost missed: the grace given. The same that protected us from that hidden danger, provided just enough (and more than enough in moments of extra grace), even gave healing when it was needed most yet never fully realized how much.             Grace, after we've made a mistake, wondered if we'd ever be able to find redemption, and yet we do. Grace in the many areas of life, even now where I'm walking through a day, seeking and praying to remember grace... or at least have the awareness to see it and remember to give it whether it's deserved or not; remembering I don't deserve it either.  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...

       While gathering, sometimes I get tired. Collecting needs of the tangible and otherwise. Holding them close to my soul with each moment. Sometimes I wanna put my hands over the eyes of my tired self, rest for a short while, then gather again when stronger.         While gathering the journey can be alot, the weight of it all too much at times; so I remember. Remember there will be joy. Remember there will be hope, and good. Remember it isn't always a struggle, and what's gathered will be for body and soul of me and my "hive". Sometimes I get tired, but I continue gathering, after much needed rests along the way. 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!

 Whether weather works well, whether weather wrecks wholy; we will welcome wholeness wholeheartedly. 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!

 Eagerly expect encouragement. Expect empowerment; everyday. 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!

         Down an old street walked a life, among the old houses of brick and past designs now past that lined either side of the street. Where busy distracted humanity from this one lone life; distracted all but me. Down an old street on a hot day this wanderer made their way. Searching for solace somewhere, a place to be accepted and belong; been there, long ago.           In the middle of a day, where one says, “Achieve.” And another says, “Get to.” , I see this hidden life missed in the mad rush down an old street. I am not better, better than any other. I have thought, “Achieve.”, “Get to.”, and these are bad; though as I look again at that moment in time I wonder why I was that busy. Wonder why I didn’t take time, make a more intentional action to be kind (even if it was simply to notice and offer empathy), maybe even pray for these hidden lives, regardless of where the life was a cat like this, or a person. Sidenote: If any of the ...

 Seen somehow. Beyond physical. Beyond blind.  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!

Thinking, reflecting on the places we went; times we had together. Considering the journeys shared; never long and always quick. You had your place and I did mine, remembering even these things warmly. We were going places you and I, until we weren't, when our last "ride" ended, when you went to your makeshift "garage", Wooden runners and all; you made a great race car and rocking chair nonetheless. 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!