With the cooling temps, my lavender rose is coming on again.
When you haven’t had a voice for 2 weeks, and you are going a bit stir crazy (I usually have so much to say!), you play with pumpkins. And don’t say my hubby must be enjoying it! That was only mildly funny for the first two days! 😛
Purify my crooked little heart, my tired heart, my heart so full of idols.
May I seek You with my whole weeping heart in these days,
these seeing-only-one-step-ahead days,
these tearfully trusting pavement-beating moments
when I hold on to fragile faith.
Lord, shine through will and world and cover me.
In You, O Lord, do I take refuge;
I run to You when the darkness closes in, when chaos comes, and
my own best ideas about shelter fail.
let me never be put to shame;
let me not be disappointed in You because I am all in;
let me not place my disappointment in others and myself
onto the constancy of Your love.
In Your righteousness,
not in my abilities or my determination, but
in the pure and solid goodness of Your character,
Incline Your ear to me;
listen to my words;
but just as much, hear the twisting and groanings of my soul,
prayers that have no sounds but wet sighs.
rescue me speedily,
because I do not wait well, and
my desperation would crush my spirit.
Be a rock of refuge for me,
a place to hide, to rest, to feel safe enough to heal.
a strong fortress to save me!
I need saving from those without and
my weak and worn self.
. . . or not. 🙂
With cooler temps, my roses and marigolds are having one last hurrah.
I laid out my blocks so carefully, meticulously fitted for function and form. And I sat back, pleased with my plan and product. But then,
the wind blew, and the lightest fixtures fell and broke in the falling. And big, hurried feet stomped by, almost unaware that I had even been building. And the sight left
was a crumpled mess, and
that all the work was in vain. It seemed so useless. Why did I even spend my time thinking and building when nothing lasted of my effort and imagination?
In my pain, I fingered my trampled treasures. Did I have the will to try again? I wasn’t sure.
But one by one, I pulled blocks and pieces from the mess and tried to make order from the brokenness. This time, I thought, I will not take so much time.
I’ll not think so much—maybe just bump color…
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