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i'm so glad the Light found me just as i am i began to be free identity restored i'm not trying to earn anymore i'm so glad the Light found me and now a love has touched my soul all of my past all that’s yet to unfold slowly being restored i was blind but now i see oh, i’m so glad the light found me i still stumble and fall it’s a journey after all so be patient with me i’ve got miles to go i’m not what i will be it’s a struggle you see but this Light found me so i trust and i wait it’s the mess i call faith but i’m so glad the Light found me
My wife, Ruth, and I had the opportunity to attend a spiritual retreat last week at General Theological Seminary, located in the Chelsea neighborhood of New York City. Situated on the west side of Manhattan, the seminary’s first building was build in 1827. The retreat and location provided the perfect setting for solitude, reflection and excellent talks from our retreat guides. We can’t wait to return.
Winter Garden, Florida was a delightful downtown with amazing boutiques, eateries and coffee shops. Shout out to Main House Market (best peppermint lavender kombucha on the planet!) and Doxology.
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so can we talk about clouds today it seems they took the sun away and i’m in my overcast life there’s something different about this light so can we talk about clouds today my head tells me that it’s okay the Light is here and not far away but it just doesn’t feel that way cause in those cloudy skies i think i see some dreams that cry and dense dark memories why did i say those things or why didn’t i say anything at all i wish those clouds would fall in rain and storms of healing let it rain let it rain so can we talk about clouds today i suppose if they never came i might lose the love of Light and forget that those clouds do give me sight i see you and me and the story that only can be told if there are clouds so dreary is not the end you’ll see i choose to sing to sing out loud so hello clouds
there is a river of love coming down for us flowing down for us my Lord there is a river of hope reaching out for us speaking into us my Lord i don’t know what to make of this world anymore i’m tired of crying want to see a different shore i don’t know what to make of these anxious thoughts i don’t think i can take all this pain we’ve wrought my Lord here’s my life here’s my heart there is a river of peace oh He’s here for me oh He’s here for you my Lord there is a river of life washing over us healing all of us my Lord i don’t know what to make of this world anymore i’m tired of crying want to see a different shore i don’t know what to make of this sadness inside just want to be awake on the other side my Lord here’s my life here’s my heart there is a river of light shining in the dark singing in my heart my Lord there is a river of time forever i am yours forever i am yours my Lord forever i am yours my Lord
so i thought i don’t know that somehow we would be different so i thought you and i would be that story that others would love to tell we just seem to stay in one place choosing immobility you blame me i blame you standing in the pain with you brings no light we said i do we said i’ll stay come pain or joy in loss in light we’re in the wrong fight so i thought so let’s just look into each other eyes take each other’s hand and gently remember remember love remember i do remember the vows remember together remember forgive me remember love never gives up remember i love you
the last goodbye is coming soon at least sooner than i every knew trusting that the Light behind me will be above me beneath me before me all around me still walking on this road with you still leaving shadows behind don’t want to be swallowed up by all the wrong the things i said the things i’ve done in Your love those shadows flee they are gone in the Light of Your love this life is long and yet we know the yesterdays are longer still a line called life stretches behind me so i'm making a new yesterday today looking before me along the way faith and hope and love will stay so let me walk along this road to the Light in the Light this burden is light with You behind me above me beneath me before me inside me all around me
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.