For a Windy Day
Today God is runningOr at least striding fast.The trees bow and groanFrom the force of the blastOf the wing-pounding rushHe stirs up going past.Today God is runningOr at least striding fast.
Today God is runningOr at least striding fast.The trees bow and groanFrom the force of the blastOf the wing-pounding rushHe stirs up going past.Today God is runningOr at least striding fast.
The truck at work finally sold, and I had put some of the money hopefully into savings. I knew we would have to turn around almost immediately and take some out again for long-delayed maintenance projects. Still, until I knew just how much those projects would cost, it could snuggle down in the bank account.… Read More Money Mouths
All alone at work, it was time to turn on something to listen to. I opened a new tab on the computer and found a site broadcasting hymns. Some I knew, others I didn’t, but one rather startled me with its opening line: “I have an excuse”. What? A song about making excuses is a… Read More I Have An Excuse
Cubit…cubit…span. God measures the heavens with His hand. He weighs the mountains He plumbs the seas. He counts each hair. He tallies up the sand.Lived…begat….died. God numbers each breath of man …adds days to the righteous …takes away the years of the wicked …multiplies sorrows to the oppressor …divides strength of foes’ planOpen all the… Read More God is an Accountant
The first winter and spring of living in Oklahoma have trickled away. I say spring, even though it’s still only May, partly because it’s half-way through, and partly because most of the winter was so mild it felt more like spring then winter. Not all the winter was mild. We had snowfall one weekend in… Read More With Each Passing Moment