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sometimes i feel like i don’t belong i’m not a part of the song that everyone seems to know and i wonder if i’ll ever know how to sing again you see i’m not quite sure what’s deep inside i’m not quite sure that i’m all right i’m not quite sure if i matter did i ever matter hey world i wonder if it’s okay with you to quietly say i’m not okay i’m sad and don’t know why i’m mad and even when i try to find some rest all i find is just a mess i’m just a mess so i still will pray peace be still God please invade my heart and my will and let me see what you see in me and rest i am a mess but i’ll rest in You i’ll rest in You





March is usually malcontent in the Midwest, which means a moody, sometimes malicious maze of temperatures and a minefield of uncertainty. So! I mounted my trusty motorcycle and meandered through a magnificent field of wind catchers marvelously moving their blades on this most beautiful of spring days. That is all.


My mom and dad have been married for 62 years. They both have their physical struggles and they take care of each other. My dad takes care of my mom’s arthritic feet every morning. I felt privileged to watch him carefully wash, dry and apply topical aids on her feet. They have lived a Valentine‘s life together, and not just a Valentine’s Day. I was also reminded of what Jesus taught us. Take a moment and read the gospel of John chapter 13 today. Thanks for stopping by.

so i wonder dr. king what you would say we have done with your dream it seems we got it wrong and there’s no song to help us anymore so i wonder dr. king what you would say as you stroll on our main streets sit in our bible studies and share a meal at our dinner tables i wonder dr. king if you don’t mind would you help us dr. king we seem to have lost our mind and there’s a greater loss dr. king we don’t love our neighbor as we love ourselves dr. king i’m so sorry but just one more thing dr. king would you help us dream dr. king help us to make one day now dr. king we are asleep dr. king and we have forgotten how to dream

a cup of coffee in a little corner of my home lights and shadows remind me of what lies within me darkness and light love and hate goodness and self-centeredness the memories descend life and love family and friends grace and peace laughter and song so many gifts undeserved and plentiful soon the wraith of dim stories arrives failures loss shame and the quiet ache of all things left undone and of all that i have done to others and to myself i choose to surrender to all the images that so quickly float through my mind as i lift my gaze in a little corner of my home three crosses Calvary such an ugly place of death of pain of sorrow of suffering and it is there in the midst of the darkness and light of my life it is only there where the lies i tell and the lies i believe are exposed where my shame is undone in love and acceptance where i trade my burden for hope mercy love and the lightness of forgiveness and i realize He is here with me in a little corner of my home
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