If the world were made of tears, I’m sure I would have cried enough to hold us all.
If the tears I cried became substance, then no one would ever fall.
If light were there by chance, we’d all be doomed.
If light is life and God is light, then baby it’s high noon!
Never underestimate the value of a God who sees and the wealth that comes through struggle and a life well lived.
His hands can hold a universe, they can certainly hold me…and you.
Maybe we can reflect some of it…
The wind spins circles around my head
I see the life before me and I wonder if I’m supposed to be who I am
What is life but the continuing of one foot before another?
Every breath, a choice
Every moment, an opportunity for a voice
Yet, I am so often silent.
This is humanity…
A million moments of the mundane, followed by a hundred moments of impact.
But the mundane…the cleaning, the dishes, the listening to my kids talk about their day…the laundry…
In these moments, I become me. The woman I’m called to be.
So I’ll write and create and care for children, and sing, and process invoices, and update databases and go on..one foot in front of the other.
And in that, I will be more than I ever imagined.
Somehow, in the grind, God created destiny and legacy and that is enough for me.
Hello, tomorrow. I’m ready to do my best. We will see what God has in store. It may be great. It may be monotonous, but if it’s for Your glory, it’s entirely worth it.
One foot in front of the other…this is life.
Dream a little dream for me
As tomorrow nears
And the night closes its eyes
Or maybe it keeps them open waiting for morning
Or maybe tomorrow is a continuance of today
Or maybe we can sweep it away in solitude for brighter things to come
Whatever the case….
Goodnight today
Welcome hope
New mercies
New grace
Newness
Renewal
Light
Life
Another day means we made it
Another day means another chance
Failure doesn’t exist here
In the space of tomorrow
Keep going
Keep fighting
Try another day
And someday you’ll find the reward.
Just never surrender.
I remember six.
What it was to go down to my grandfather’s basement and sing at the top of my lungs while he played guitar.
I remember chords and burning and the life and longing that only comes with a great song.
I remember faces beaming and proud looks screaming “legacy”. I remember the look in his eye…the song in his fingers….the bliss of a guitar fully freed.
I remember.
Tonight my five year old wrote a song. I haven’t taught him the language of music yet. I haven’t showed him. Yet he brings me this.
I’m transported back in time to notes played freely and voices ringing loudly…to no inhibitions. Just me and my voice and the voice of one who believed in me.
And I wonder…can legacy exist when no one is looking?
But I am looking. I remember. So tonight I stare at the random notes written on unseen bar.
I flail at the night and remember who I am. And in that, I find my children and see the light.
It travels freely through the darkness, unhindered.
Because legacy is greater than us. It sweeps through the fragments of the soul and finds a home in the unhindered.
So tonight I write, I dream, I awake in the morning in memory and hope. Because the future is brighter and God is working.
I am a puzzle piece groping for truth. I hold life and I, only, know how to let it out with word and song so I keep going.
Light and life are worth the effort.
Do you ever think about who’s out there listening
I write this blog, throw these ideas into the air
But I’ll never know who hears them.
Who sees beyond the void…
I think of the words that have changed my life
The moments I stumbled across something that shook me to my soul.
There are words I’ve read that laced up my fighting boots to endure another day.
There are songs I’ve heard that became my anthem for a time.
There is greatness in the smallest of phrases that gave me the strength to keep going.
So who are you dear friend, that I’ve probably never met?
Are there melodies playing in your heart, singing sweetness and moving your feet to the rhythm of tomorrow?
Are there words hanging in the air around you waiting to be plucked, like fruit from the vine to nourish you as you march forward?
Do you know you are loved?
Can you see the romance?
The holy one calling softly, through the noise to find your ears and whisper His promise.
Can you see it?
Can I help?
I will never know. But I’ll continue to throw some words into the void to remind you.
You are seen. You are valuable. You have been created for purpose.
Listen carefully until you hear it.
So there’s this thing about life…
We all have a story and that story defines us, empowers us, or derails us.
What will your story be?
Will you tell it openly or live in fear of what repercussions it may bring?
I, too long, lived in fear of my story.
My story, even the worst parts, makes me who I am. It makes me better.
Don’t shy away from the hard chapters in an effort to hide. Own it!
Be unapologetically you…the “you” God created you to be.
God created us with purpose and destiny.
Our stories make us stronger and reveal the glory of God to the world.
Fear has no place here.
Shine!
Show His goodness. Because no matter what, you’re standing. Even when your legs give out and it’s too heavy. Tomorrow will bring strength. If not tomorrow, then the next day or the day after that.
Never ever give up! Someone needs you to succeed.
Go all in! Make today your moment! Shine! If you can’t do it for yourself, do it for the next person who is watching.
The dark can be so daunting
The light can seem so dim
Still, from heaven, you are calling.
Can I hear your voice again?
No fear in death or life, though all of hell presses in
Your voice, the roaring lion, shatters mountains and hangs on the wind.
Still small voice, speak to me. I’m listening!


Tomorrow is a glass half full.
Tonight is a memory.
I exhale with baited breath to find myself on my knees.
And I know it’s “worth it” if I die another day.
And I know there’s purpose in the things I choose not to say.
But it was you and me against the world until you were gone.
Now it’s me and me to fight alone and I’ll sing some lonely song. Maybe I should just face the truth that you’re gone.
Maybe I was the “missing one” all along.
See me in “forever”. Don’t let the clock run out on us. Find me in this moment when the trust dissolves into dust.
If I am breathing let me feel. If I’m lost, find a light.
But you and I and forever may be gone without a fight. Because you’ve given up and I am rust searching for sandpaper.
The truth is…
There are too many thoughts rolling around in my head to make anything fully coherent
The truth is…
I’m watching the things I’ve worked so hard to build crumble around me
Knowing still, it will all be okay and we will rebuild
We will be better than before
I live in hope
I am an optimist
My glass is half full always
Still I wonder, why does it never seem to be full?
Maybe that’s just life
Maybe the trials of this present time aren’t worthy to be compared with the joy to come
Maybe light and love trump darkness every time
Still I watch in helplessness
Water dripping from my broken roof
Drywall sagging and stained
The beauty of a home remodeled in need of restoration again
Irma was a punk
It hasn’t been fun
I haven’t complained…at least not really
A call from others pulls my husband away to make another roof blue in the aftermath of the storm
It temporarily stops their further damage but mine remains
As so often is the case, we are last on the list of our priorities
So we wait
Dinner cooks in the pan near the spot where the water pours
My kitchen a wet, sopping, disaster zone
My living room in disarray as the furniture sits in foreign places avoiding the inevitable spill
Why is it still raining?
Why does the sight of the trees fallen and dead all around my yard bring me sadness?
We are alive
We are whole
We are grateful
Still my patience runs thin
Oh how spoiled I’ve been
Oh how I long to be more than I am
To be who I was made to be
To leave behind the mundane and steadily place my hands to the plow and sow
But here I sit in a kitchen cooking dinner and maybe that’s enough
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