Daily Prompt: Overwhelmed

O kay, I can’t live like this–all this tweeting, and FBing, and

V blogging, as if I need to know

E very single inconsequential thing about your daily

R ituals, what you’re selling, what you’re pushing.

W hat I need is quiet–physical and mental–a

H iatus from personal and political rants and

E nd-of-the-world diatribes. If the world is

L ost, then let me at the very least live

M y last brief moments

E njoying the illusion that people really

D o love and respect each other–at least now and then.

Daily Prompt: Devastation

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D oom and gloom, sometimes of our own doing;

E ven if not, we can choose how

V aliantly or cowardly we respond.

A cceptance does not mean

S urrender.

T olerance does not mean

A ll points of view are true. But

T o live, thrive, and love

I n this crazy, reeling world is to

O nly and in all things hope,

N ot giving destruction and despair a soul-hold.

 

Infinite

I ncreasing in time and distance, pushing back, back, back and forward                      again,

N ever finding a beginning or an ending. It is like the game I used to play                     as a kid,

F illing my mind with as much intentional emptiness as I could,                                                pushing, pushing to see

I f I could drive my way back to where there is

N othing.

I t never quite worked because somewhere in this exercise my brain would                               stop—just stop.

T oo full of thoughts to be empty, expanding space. Too busy and impatient                                               to persevere to the end of my self. Vanity. Human.

E ver seeking the end of things, the majesty where God lives and where He                         finds it in Himself to love even  me.

Happy New Year

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N ow has accelerated through another day, another week, and

E very moment I thought I had left has evaporated into yesterdays

W ith unfinished to-do lists and unmet obligations.

 

Y et with this new beginning, I take a fresh look and a fresh breath, which reframe what

E ach new year can be—a chance to forgive, to forget, to dream big again, but to

A ccept my limitations in the context of what is possible. With

R enewed hope and a prayerful heart, I face what can be in this New Year.

 

Christmas Gift

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Carried for nine months and birthed far from

Heaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s

Rough fringes—a Bethlehem town,

Incarnation, God come to be one of us—a

Singular identification with

The lost and the loved: It was a lowly

Ministry to a dying

Adamic race, desperate to

Save, destined to

 

Give hope where there was none, exchanging the glories with the Father for the

Isolation and humiliation of life with the

Fallen, and we reach out from our disgrace

To receive Heaven’s gift.

 

Gratitude

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G iving thanks is a calculated choice, not just a

R esponse to warm, fuzzy feelings,

A aroused by a serene environment and an inner personal peace. To be

T hankful involves the seat of your will, not just the seat of your pants,

I ntuition gained by work and intentionality,

T ested over time in murky waters when emotions and motives were impossible to

U nderstand, when it would be much easier to sulk and voice the

D readful, dark components than look for the silvery grains of gold that in

E ternity are the jewels that will last.

Christmas Gift

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arried for nine months and birthed far from

eaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s

ough fringes—a Bethlehem town,

ncarnation, God come to be one of us—a

ingular identification with

he lost and the loved: It was a lowly

inistry to a dying

damic race, desperate to

ave, destined to

 

ive hope where there was none, exchanging glory for the

solation and humiliation of life with the

allen, and we reach out from our disgrace

o receive Heaven’s gift.