Time Found Us

Tracing the  length of my arm to the tips of my fingers,

invisible strands reach for the laughter and dance 

that is found 

in the vastness of the stars filled

with you.

 

No corners to get hung up in.

No room filled darknesses.

 

Boundless breaths of air fill me 

to a point of expansion 

where radiant beams of  light 

warm and surround me

with you.

 

No boundaries where lines are drawn.

No hearts held motionless.

 

Yesterdays bring us to a place where tetherball dreams

and race car schemes collide 

Hand printed words carried into laughter induced moments 

where the desk in front of me is occupied 

with you. 

 

No rulers to  confine thoughts.

No splintered reflections.

 

Only a connection and a plan 

where there are no walls to run into

or red flags to slow it down.

Only measureless possibilities 

with you.

 

No obstacles to cause stumbling.

No doubts to bring retreat.

 

Unlimited movement finds truth 

as it reaches for the laughter and dance

found in  the vastness of the star filled strands 

leading to the tips of your fingers

as you trace the length of your arms

to me.  

 

What’s Important?

I sat down to a cup of coffee this morning, glanced down at the notepad on the table and put yesterday evenings events into perspective.

Here in this part of Kansas, our evening was full of weather alerts and anxiousness about family and friends in the path of a destructive tornado that was reported to be 1/2 mile wide. It stayed on the ground for over 40 minutes moving wherever it pleased at its own pace. The last report I heard before going to bed was debris being dropped onto the Kansas City airport runway stopping all flights.

Not everyone is getting up to their morning routine this morning. Their lives changed within moments. Their lives altered by something that wasn’t in their control. Life took a turn in an unknown direction for the small city of Linwood, Kansas and those south of Lawrence, Kansas and other areas as well.

As I look at my grandson’s grocery list and think about questions and explanations that came up while the weather reports and photos appeared on the tv screen, it really comes down to “people” regardless whether we know them or not.

There are a lot of things we control, like our grocery list, but there are so many more that we can’t and never will be able to control.

We are living in a time of staying ahead of those things we can’t control. Storm shelters, weather watchers, alarm systems, better house construction, dams etc. are the ways we try to have some control in flooding situations, or tornadoes or a hurricane situation. Flooding has been threatening our area for over a month now. The dams that man has built are holding but clearly can only do so much.

Praying and a faith that God will take us through whatever comes at us is called upon to comfort and to give us a sense that “something” larger than us will have to protect us. When you are sitting in a storm shelter waiting for the storm to pass, praying is all that’s left.

Right now, I pray for those of you reading this that the safety of our Heavenly Father wraps around you and your loved ones. May you know that whatever storm you are passing through is only temporary and can be placed in Hands larger than ours. Control what you can but leave the rest to our Heavenly Father.

Last thoughts; Last nights storm could have taken so much more than it did…last report I heard 6 people went to the hospital, all alive and recovering. The pictures I saw this morning shows the control that wasn’t in anyone’s hands, yet the control of a power larger than us that protected so many from injury.

Stories of advance warnings, narrow escapes, time in shelter, rescue workers and recovery efforts are being shared. It’s truly all about the people.

Purpose-filled Restoration

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Of all the books in the Bible, I find myself in Isaiah, more times than not,  rereading and studying the words written long ago about individuals and groups of people who followed God’s law and those who didn’t.   I reflect on and study God’s part in individuals lives;  I reflect on and study God’s part in groups of people;  I reflect on and study in order to perhaps find answers for myself. 

A long time ago, I started writing in my Bible…notes, dates, comments, questions.  Some people disagree with writing in a Bible, but I find the study of “myself” in my notes….I find the growth of myself in my notes.  There are times when I can read a verse and it will be just words on a page and other times,  I will be taken to tears when the words are exactly what I needed to hear.

Isaiah 49:16

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;   your walls are ever before me.

The verse Isaiah 49:16 is one that brings me comfort in times of need.  Knowing that there is a “higher power” who is at the wall before I even get there is comforting.  I have at times come to this verse and thought, “Who am I, that You would want me “on the palm of Your hands?”  I have come to express gratitude and thanksgiving for placing me on the palm of His hands.

Isaiah 50:4 

The Lord God has given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him who is weary. He awakens Me morning by morning, He awakens My ear to hear as the learned…..

The verse 50:4 has given definition to “my purpose” throughout life.  Close to thirty years ago, I chose to become a school teacher.  One of my goals was to ensure that every child in the classroom had a voice.  There are students who stand out in class, they speak up, they act out, they make their presence known.  It’s the quiet ones, the struggling ones that I wanted to make sure they knew someone saw them.  As I near my last week of teaching in a public school setting, I can look back and know that I reached that goal many times over.  Names and faces appear in a flash and tears form as I realize how many children and parents God brought to me over the years.

Leaving the classroom doesn’t take away my purpose, it will just be in other places, still with faces that need to hear the words that will be sent them.

Isaiah 51:16

And I have put my words in thy mouth, and I have covered thee in the shadow of mine hand, that I may plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, and say unto Zion, Thou art my people.

Isaiah 51:16 isn’t one I have marked as many times as some, but today touches me in a realization of knowing that there have been those whose paths I’ve crossed that are laying their own foundations and plants because of the interaction arranged by God between me and them.  I simply carried a message.

Isaiah 51:9

Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD; awake, as in the ancient days, in the generations of old.

While there are days that I am tired, I am so grateful for the strength and purpose given for each day.  There is so much more to be done.

Daring Forgiveness

Line drawn in the sand

ten toes face one another

recognizing that new parameters

are linked to the altered shore.

 

No boundary used to exist

freedom to love, explore and just know

that acceptance and understanding could cross over

and not worry about the tides that come and go.

 

Defy the furrow where what was, remains

and edge closer until the line disappears

leaving ten toes facing one another

close enough to take away reluctance and fears.

 

 

 

 

You Aren’t Forgotten

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A boardwalk kiss sealed a love to endure

Two walked ahead holding a path secure

Too new to be taken away

From a life, a forever stay.

 

Seven years of longing and want for what was meant to be

Lonely nights and prayers for no one else to see.

A voice not forgotten or ever felt in taunt

Only a whisper that let her know, he heard her want.

 

Her words written, released a lonely fear

Knowing he lingered, waiting near.

Her hand held now by the one who knows

How her heart held on until the moment chose.

 

A boardwalk kiss sealed the love that endured

Two walk ahead together, love freed and insured.

 

There are people who come into your life and leave a mark that can never be taken away.  Katherine was a such a person.  The day she walked up to my door and presented me with a plate of brownies (14 years ago) and quickly left was a beginning of something that I had no idea would impact me the way it had.

Katherine has been gone nearly 7 years now.  I talked to her about an hour before she met her last day here on earth.  That day I walked into her house and saw her work badge and mail of the day laying on the table, knowing it would never be touched by her again was a day, I’ll not forget.  Of course, walking by that table without anyone touching it for over 6 months is a bigger mark yet.  On a day, when I finally took it upon myself to start closing up her house, I began to know her even better.

The photo is Katherine’s and Scott’s wedding day.  I wasn’t there for the wedding, but she told me about it many times.  Her love for Scott filled a room and overflowed when she talked about him.  Her grief for him, filled the entire world outside their home.  I didn’t ever get to know Scott.  He had passed away several years before I met Katherine.  He was in his 30’s and died of cancer. Their story was in their house, portrayed in so many ways.  They will not be forgotten.

A Boy’s Grand Plan

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Heart of a boy

whose arms pull and surround his best bud

crack of the bat

jump in the mud

 

Talk of snakes

and things that are gross

a playful shove

brotherly love

 

A wrestling match

rolling on the ground

screaming and hollering

snorting weird and unusual sounds

 

“Miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me!”

interrupts the heart of a boy

when he notices

the one whose hair is curly

and creates a stomach filled joy

 

Heart of a boy

turns into

Heart of man

leading into the next phase

of the almighty grand plan.

It Was Me

It was I who trapped me

into someone else’s dream,

 

I believed all  he said could be,

when I kept seeing a clear reality.

 

I followed him into that sleep,

wanting all that he said we could keep.

 

What a journey that turned out to be

It was I, who trapped me.