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Who can resist a well-earned Special Olympics smile from a kid who wasn’t supposed to live past age 4?

David turns 18 in 22 days!

Thank You, God, for defying all odds, for playing the ultimate April Fool’s joke on death – showing the universe for once and for all that where death seems inevitable, life rocks on!

That there is no such thing as finality, that You are the only Omega…and Your gift is eternal life. May we always recognize that those things seeming to a close = opportunity for new beginnings in ways we haven’t yet fathomed.

And therein lies faith…and trust. Faith and trust that there is always more in store than we can possibly know or deserve in our finite wisdom. Thanks, God, for perpetual resurrection and preciousness in all things. SMILE!!

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May the Son shine upon Your face…both rising and setting…

Hey, God…Thank You for the setting that we may behold yet another Rising. Thanks for Your promise that those things that disappear and set in the sky, will again appear, rise and shine! That even if the worst case scenario comes true, that we can still count on You to rise again and make full and complete, that which once seemed empty and hopeless.

Thank You, God, for believing first in uS, that we might always believe in You.

Thank You for riches in simplicity.

Lord…Let us all be like this sunrise above, illuminating all that we see, shimmering light on darkness, and dancing reflections of Hope in You and Your eternal light.

Happy Easter, dear Readers!

If trees could talk! This beached and upended tree perpetuates an intricate Story despite its seeming demise, with its processed planked cousins in a heap to the right…

What story do YOU see here? An end, or a beginning?

A 180 in the sand where I stood, yielded these stories:

Thank You, God, for the old and new stories, perpetual stories, real stories, imaginary stories and the freedom to always create new stories that keep us, that keep life, alive and well and infused with Hope and Faith. That there is always beauty and love and New Life, no matter the level of mayhem, that life itself always springs from death and destruction. That salvation and rejoicing always come after the barrenness of grief, Lent and denial. That there is always light after darkness. Amen.

An anonymous crowd of two for this week’s WPC – can you guess the story?

Thanks, God, for anonymity, facelessness and for being able to be lost in a crowd…for it is the pursuit of being found that leads us time and again right back to You, eternal life and Your amazing grace.

Sailed Free

Breath of life

Fleeting sigh

Washing over

Time gone byeFace It

Life so full

But years so short

Your ship sailed free

From New York’s port

 

Home at last

We’ll miss you so!

Your grace and style

Etern’ly flow

 

In memoriam

Frederica Shelton Barney, 1965-2017

New Reprieve

New beginnings promise hope

Bygones wayside lie

Start afresh, no looking back

No wond’ring how or why

 

Facing Forward, Day By Day

Not one sole day’s resolve,

But each and every day we strive

To see our goals evolve

 

Setbacks – falling short we find

His glory e’er ahead

Pressing on to win the race

Drink faith, eat steadfast bread

 

Looking back will only make

A pillar of salt from tears

Stay focused on the prize ahead

Although it taketh years

 

Death hath no vic’try, nor hath fear

When upward eyes stay trained

Upon the hopes and promises

Of life eternal gained

 

Death in summer, Christmas birth

Seems contrary to me

Yet God works it as He wills

To deepen faith, you see

 

Lost my mother mid-July

Took some time to grieve

Christmas prompts us to new life

A new year, new reprieve!

 

Loss is gain, why can’t we see?

To let go is to gain!

The paradox is paramount

To see joy come from pain

 

Happy New Year, Y’all!

Hoax of heart

Back from the start

A loving house of cards

Can’t fix what isn’t

Yours to mend

A mirror, turned to shards

 

White she wore

When pure to core

Took years to get her there

White nails, fit and tan

For him, fulfilled his

Every dare

 

Finally!!

She gave herself

To him, so free and clear

He blessed her with

A ring so dear

Then tapered her worst fear:

 

Pulled the plug

For virtue’s sake

Tuck shirt and straighten tie

Midwest hypocrisy

A farmer’s tan, where rings,

Now gone, ask why?

 

T’was sweet as hyssop

Meant to cleanse

As good herbs always do

But overdose

Now comatose

Beneath the Gulf so blue