The Psalmist of 116 loves God because he knows God; he grasps God’s love and presence. I love God as much as I allow God’s gravity to pull me closer. This love grows more only as it knows more. I resist, run, return, resist..., relax. Ah yes, there’s the spot. Linger.
Have you let God love on you lately?
Bin Laden is dead
Baby birds flew the porch nest
Life and death soup
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
100 Days Coming
Daily snapshots of an adventure unfolding, joined by a question I cannot answer. I know what’s planned, expected and calendared: focused workdays, set priorities, and six travel adventures. I do not know what will actually happen, or what moments will matter most. It will reveal in Washington DC, St. Meinrad Indiana, Healdsburg California, Atlanta Georgia, Cabo San Lucas Mexico, and Durban South Africa. To be continued, to be lived.
May 1, 2011 - Day 1
I looked in the dishwasher for the coffee pot lid.
I thought it was black; it was not there.
I remembered that it was white; there it was.
Today I pick a fight with fear; I have an armed escort. 100 days to Africa and back again. Peace is with me. This trip I will pack lite, because I pack Peace who packs light. Packing light trumps packing heat.
What are you packing?
Chaos reigns hard
Doors slam locked by fear
Peace be with you
John 20:19-31
May 1, 2011 - Day 1
I looked in the dishwasher for the coffee pot lid.
I thought it was black; it was not there.
I remembered that it was white; there it was.
Today I pick a fight with fear; I have an armed escort. 100 days to Africa and back again. Peace is with me. This trip I will pack lite, because I pack Peace who packs light. Packing light trumps packing heat.
What are you packing?
Chaos reigns hard
Doors slam locked by fear
Peace be with you
John 20:19-31
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