It’s not the cold or the snow that can be difficult in the winter. For me, it’s the lack of sunshine. We seem to have the following four seasons in this part of the Midwest: Cloudy, Spring, Summer and Fall. So, I was so grateful when the clouds took a break and allowed the sun to brighten a recent hike at Matthiessen Park. Hope the sun is shining where you are. Thanks for stopping by.
This is a collection of way too many images from a beautiful sunrise this morning. Taken at McKinley Woods, a local Illinois state park. Thanks for stopping by.
what if today you stopped and decided to be and not just to do stillness instead of the illness of this or that can you be with yourself can you open your heart to the presence of He who made all of the stars and thought of you before your first cry before the first time you opened your eyes just close your eyes breathe He knows your name breathe He loves you just be take time to remind your mind that you are loved you are His just be
november rose i wonder if you know that there is snow that the cold and chill and wind will still your crimson petals will fall and tumble your proud will will be humbled i wonder if you know that the season will bring death but in the midst of dark cold air and icy nights there right there new life and so we all must wait through the winters of our days we all must breathe the cold air surrender what we fear and let the clear icy skies revive restore and make us alive and help us remember that there is more that needs to die surrender in order to be alive once more alive
all the color will soon fall and the barren trees will sing cold and wind snow and ice will paint the boughs with chilled beauty as leaves are tossed and lost are the dried and cracked memories of hues and tones that proudly shouted i am here let's welcome winter when it enters our souls sometimes what we think is gold needs to fade be swept away in the wind of the Spirit may we bend and break let proud color and hues fall in surrender self must fade and give way to the dark long nights He will hold us tight through the cold and the questions and the monochrome feelings we must stand still as the tree and wait for life to start again in His time His way His truth His life will spring for we wait and in the waiting He is present we wait He is comfort He is love we wait in His love
dear Lord when i am restless let the tranquility of your Spirit the comfort of your word the light of your love be my peace and still my stirring
when i am anxious let the power of your grace the assurance of your sovereignty the goodness of your will warm the frozen fear i feel inside release the heart shackles and settle my thoughts in the river of your presence
when i am triggered angry let your mercy help me remember how much is broken in me let your justice be the end of my longing let my heart be open to you and this world send me as your loving healing presence as i receive your love and your healing
when i am lost bring me home when i am so sad that light seems a memory and hope a forgotten song reorient my mind reset my spirit
help me see that the suffering is but a moment that all i long for awaits in your house no more tears no need of light or sun no darkness
thank you my dear Lord thank you
In part 4 of this series I talked about our missions team arriving at a children’s home situated near the Bay of Santiago Atitlan. Some of the team members stayed at the home with the children and some of us hiked to the top of a ridge above the home. It was a wonderful hike along a narrow, steep path, with thick trees and plants. By the time we reached the top, clouds were carried over the ridge by the wind and we stepped into a mysterious world of beauty shrouded in mist. I thought a Hobbit might step into this Middle Earth-ish world. Part 5b will have more images from this location. Thanks for stopping by!
so i think that we should sing about the sad sad shadows why do i keep remembering their darkened glance it seems that they want to dance into the story and at any moment the sad sad shadows fall on me so about those sad sad shadows inside those weathered picture frames a broken promise here something undone there framed fractures and failures each one calls my name and the struggle starts again with one word oh the shadow of shame falls on me so listen sad sad shadows i remembered today that you don’t have to stay you’re not the whole story Light and Glory can rewrite your songs mend all the wrongs and scatter the darkness not just for a moment but for eternity all these parts of me will be restored once more oh sad sad shadow the final say will not be yours the Light will end the night and all the sad sad shadows will go away and there will be only Light
Guatemala is a beautiful country that has at least 37 volcanoes! On one of rest days we had the opportunity to hike Pacaya. The path itself was easy to follow, but it was a challenging, steep climb. The locals followed us for quite some time hoping to get a passenger for their horses. More Pacaya pics in the next post. Thanks for stopping by.
at this ripe young age can it be three score as i turn each page i know less not more and the more of less i know it seems it’s about letting go i let go of the boy i used to be though he still seems to want his own way so still letting go of my selfish ways that boy won’t go away that’s okay i’m learning letting go i let go of just me “i do” means now “we” can it be two score and there is so much more of letting go that i need to know for “we” letting go of seeking me in her letting go of smashing mirrors with my pride letting go of thinking it’s better to hide letting go of staying inside my head letting go of keeping my heart to myself i guess the long slow road of letting go of self letting go of expectations of well everything and everyone letting go of just taking letting go of just faking that we’re all okay i pray i practice well all the lettings go’s that wait for me ‘cause someday soon the last let go will come into my room and i want peace and i want to know that all those other letting go’s will help me see what waits for me is an eternal embrace it really is amazing grace He never has and never will let go of me