Tag: sunset
It’s so hot here . . .
. . . that the sky just melted into a big hole at the horizon!
My Book of Uncommon Prayers: There is a line . . .
There is a line in the sand, and I dare not cross—
but funny thing about sand and funny thing about lines,
they wash away with beating waves, leaving a skimming reflection where surety used to be. So maybe instead of lines in the sand, I should head into the surf and just ride out these waves.
But some days I feel more infidel than faithful.
When the press is great and rescue far off, help me not to fail
but to fall
into you.
Without You, I will sink in the undertow and be lost.
Are Your arms bigger than my sorrows, Your view wider than my narrow vision, Your heart tougher than my doctrine, Your compassion deeper than my loss, Your love hotter than my tears?
If there is a way that I must walk, can it be a yes-way, a water-walking way—a path of fullness and yeses.
So often I walk in these in-betweens, chained to an accumulated load that fills my soul with the hollow No.
Piercing doubt, filling, spilling. Knocked sideways. Sinking in the swells.
But I am ready for the Yes, Lord, not a way that seems right,
but is right.
No variance to the right or left, but straight-ahead trust
to joy, unspeakable peace, unbreatheable, that just is.
When the press is great and rescue far off, help me not to fail
but to fall
into you.
Beaching the Heat!
Day after day of 110 drives you to water!
To Remind Me
May the rising vapor of morning remind me that my life is such—a vapor that lasts but a moment—fleeting.
May the intensifying blush remind me that the color of my life is in direct response to the Son’s rising in my life—growing.
May the increasing light of morning remind me that Your presence is ever surrounding— abounding as I struggle here below—persevering.
May the setting of the sun remind me of my limits and that hours spent ought to be well spent, for they will surely end—humbling.
May the brilliant reds and oranges fading into indigo remind me that the best I have to offer is nothing that will last—ending.
And may the last thinning rays remind me that though darkness comes, Light is on the other side of things—rejoicing.
More Desert Gold
Sunset 11 June ’16
