Color, form, and quiet,
safety and seclusion from a world rushing headlong . . .
nature, a soul’s respiration and inspiration.
Your brokenness has broken me; what has shattered in you has sent thin shards, piercing my surety, and I have been left with disappointment and sadness, lying limp on this rock foundation. I still believe—help Thou my unbelief.
What has shattered you has shaken me, and I have to wonder if I could have done anything different to have kept you from flinging off faith like a childhood toy to the winds of the world—
could I do anything now?
My now is not as daring as it once was, so aware I am of my need. I am crawling heavenward, not so sure I have the strength to take on passengers.
When I feel cocksure confident, remind me of this weakness.
When I feel weak worn, don’t leave me alone.
“Let the weak say I am strong.” Joel 3:10 (ESV)
“The Lord God is my Strength, my personal bravery, and my invincible army; He makes my feet like hinds’ feet and will make me to walk [not to stand still in terror, but to walk] and make [spiritual] progress upon my high places [of trouble, suffering, or responsibility]!” Habakkuk 3:19 (Amplified)
This earthy-colored Tootlepedal style fungus (https://tootlepedal.wordpress.com/) must have popped up after our recent big rain.
I ran out of space on http://www.apronhead.wordpress.com , so I am starting afresh here. I hope to find new friends, and I surely hope my old friends will find me here.
Here’s to new beginnings!