Carnival

The hope for fun
The smell of popcorn and cotton candy
Endless lines . . .of required tickets
The hope for joy
Bumper cars and smiles
Darts and inflatable guitars
Ducks and spiders rings
Funnel cakes
The hope for more tickets
One last ride.
Snuggling at home.

Perfect Day

Cloudless skies
Autum colors
The tapping of lady bugs on my window
Sharing a moment with an old friend
Eating lunch on the porch with my son
Candid conversation
Thoughts that plague me
Raspy coughs
Congestion
Cloudless skies
Autum colors
The tapping of lady bugs on my window

Personal Psalm 2

Without your word or your spirit I am like a boat on choppy water.
I am tossed about.
I am at the winds discretion.

With your word and spirit I am anchored.
I am beaten about.
I am wet.
I am cold.
But I am safe.

I am not alone, for you are with me, in spirit,truth,and flesh.
Your church is with me. I am not alone.

In my day, I arise to a dark and cold morning, looking for light and heat.
I enter my den of ministry, looking for light and heat.
I find comfort in your word.
I find companionship.

What is this day, but just another day. A day that you have made.
One of millions.
Nothing different, and yet it is all we have.
I juggle the preciousness and commonality of it.
A day of healing, and a day to do the laundry.

Help me to see the beauty in the common.
Help me to expect the miraculous.