seeds of joy

from 2014:

i was sitting in the line to pick up my daughter from school in the late afternoon. i had the window down, the heater on my feet, music playing and these sweet little seedy puffs of some kind of flower came floating thru and past my window.

with the sun back-lighting the tiny puffs, the cool breezes over my ears, it was a moment of heaven. these are the moments that i hear God whispering to me.

“i’m here,” he says.

so special and wonderful. a moment of peace just for me. thank u God. happiness is in the little things.

i imagined the tiny puffs as a multitude of smiling fairies on their way to a party, waving hello to me. there were just a few to start and then they kept growing and flowing.

glad they didn’t make me sneeze or fly in my mouth. lol

happy.

To My Stones

If my prayers are only whispers
Of a wish list in the sky,
Then I have only brought the world
Another selfish guy.

If my prayers are only sweet-sung praises
And I neglect to love,
What good does it do to believe
In a God in heaven above?

If I call myself a Christian,
But I never read the word,
I’m just as lost as the person
Who’s never even heard.

We have the benefit of access,
But most of it’s for show.
If you don’t water actions with words
How’re they supposed to grow?

No good can come from us.
We rely on Christ alone.
If we aspire to be more than dirt
Accept the seeds which He has thrown.

Am I rocky soil?
Full of weeds?
Easily purchased?
Lost in deeds?

I’m the house built
On sinking sand.
I’m the seed unsown
On fallow land.

Tear me down, Lord.
Strip her to the stones.
Down to the ground,
Then build from the bones.

Rise from the ashes
Of this burnt shell.
Give me new eyes
And a story to tell.

A story of your glory
And the mercy you’ve given.
Erase the person I was
And draw the Christ who’s risen.

Plant those flowers,
Fruit on the vine.
Remain in me.
Bring the sun to shine.

Make this garden-home
A welcoming place.
When they look at me
Let them see your face.