spring 2025

 yeah, the months slide by unnoticed, the seasons change, the duties of life continue apace, and suddenly i look up accidentally and here is my poor little neglected blog, begging for attention.

there was a time i wrote faithfully, effortlessly, and often. that was then. i have more responsibilities now and less energy…and i often forget to write down my life in this space. will anyone read it but me? probably not. i don’t seem to have the discipline or the motivation i once did.

it’s ok. i cast guilt aside. life is too short- very short now, and getting shorter by the day, and there are people who need my attention more than this little space. 

but someday…someday perhaps…my words will matter to someone. and so i shall continue to sporadically jot down a few thoughts here and there.

relationships matter more. but yes, words do matter. it’s finding the balance that’s the trick.

i typed a little word

it swelled up like a pink balloon

and then it burst

drenching the ground below with tears

may 21, 2025

 it's been a year or more...a season of intensity and stress and joy and grace...but not a season for writing. it's been a season for talking, for feeling, for connecting, for reaching out, and for quietness.

however. 

this little poem popped into my head today.

and here it is.

the words of poems are waking up

testing the limits of their shiny bubble

stirring in their long soft nest of fog and dismay

the light calls them

the stars beckon

the morning dew bathes them

in possibility

and at night

oh, at night

they run around in circles inside my brain

chattering and fidgeting and banging

begging to be let out after so long

summer of 2023

 Life sometimes throws us curveballs, surprises, unexpected twists and turns that make us shake our heads and think, "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?"

That's this summer. Without going into specifics, the past two months have been a rollercoaster of emotions and events- some good and some bad. We have the joy of having family live with us for an indefinite period of time, but for sad reasons. We've gotten up morning after morning waiting for good news and it's often bad. Fear and uncertainty sometimes cloud the days, and we go through the motions of life and meals and errands and jobs and trips and...stuff...not knowing what the future holds for our dear ones. It's hard. Hard to watch them be brave in the face of untold suffering. 

In the midst of it all, our Rock is Jesus. There are days when all I can do is say His name, over and over, sometimes quietly, sometimes with tears, and sometimes as a shout or a wail. What else is there? When the darkness comes, there is no other name. 

He is enough. In good times He's there. In hard times He's there. He is my favourite name of GOD, "Yahweh Shammah"... the God who is here. And there. Behind and before, under and above, beside and all around. Enfolding and holding and so very present. Closer than the air I breathe.

Jesus. Jesus. Precious Jesus. Yahweh Shammah. Here.