When things go awry,
Look to the hills;
When plans go South,
Take a step North;
When dreams break,
Lean into hope;
When reality looks fake,
Go find new truth.
It's there.
Just take the hand of
The one who made you;
Who keeps creating
Keeps releasing
Joy
In all, through all, because of all
Trust
Step forward.
Look up.
This one loves you
And knows the way.
Truth that Overcomes
I sit in a tree top
Looking upon life
My life
Wondering about
The little girl
Who daydreamed.
Of faraway places
Journeys
and adventures
Safely in the hands of
Family and a Papa she knew
But couldn't see.
"Too sensitive" she was labeled.
"Perfectionist" she was called.
"I wonder where she goes?"
Said her teacher, frustrated,
Failing to capture her attention in class.
And then, the girl's heart changed,
And she believed the lies.
She would never reach her goal, her dream.
She would fail. Never be quite good enough.
But God.
Now she knows truth.
Her failures led to regrouping, restarting.
Perfectionism led nowhere.
But, instead, the word "excellence"
Meant her efforts were enough.
Did she do the best she knew how?
Yes.
She did her best - far from perfect.
And that was enough.
That was excellent.
She was enough.
Learning to love herself still.
Will she ever arrive?
Doubts! Unworthiness! No! Go!
Her Father calls her "beloved daughter."
He sees her gold - what He placed in her.
His promises come true in the waiting.
He works ALL for her greater good.
She can rest - yet unknowing - in that.
Home Again
A new place
A new life
Uprooted
Unfinished
Far away
New old place
Reconstructed
Emerging garden
Feeling displaced.
Longing for a place
That's no longer home.
Hurting heart softens
And lets beauty emerge.
If I look
There it is.
Loveliness
New possibilities
Bountiful joy
Merge into something equally
Beautiful as before.
Finally
Home again.
Erin Ann
Waking today
At the exact time
I gave birth to my first
40 years ago.
Coincidence?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Looking back
Somehow a circle has been completed.
And wholeness is released.
The birth of a new season.
Propelled by the love and pride
I have gleaned from being in the presence
Of a wisdom that came through me
But is not me.
She now teaches me.
A daughter
Full of life and love
Now in the midst of her own circle making.
Two Words
In the quiet early of the day
Before the sun, while the birds are singing the trees awake;
I sit, puppy in lap; writing tool at hand
And wait for words to come.
Words of life; of love; of encouragement;
Of sadness; grief; and prayer.
Words forming like sculptures in my heart;
Yearning to live, to be released.
To be sent and received;
To bring healing and love.
Today, those words are:
"Brave."
"Excellence."
Words for me.
Perhaps for you?
Good words.
"Live by" words.
Reminding words.
To be, to give, to conquer, to love.
Words that challenge,
But words that do not demand perfection.
Calling me to simply "be."
Words that are enough.
And good.
Are seeds of future gifts.
Good God gifts.
Gifts for you; for others.
Untie the ribbon of grief.
Open the wrapping paper of fear.
Look deep into the box of loss.
Now take hold of the promise.
Breathe in the glimmer of hope.
Notice the strategic seeds of serendipity.
Witness the new sprout, the growth, and the flower.
And remember the hard soil
that brought forth new life; new joy.
