“Personal Paradise”

On the mountain
wind blowing freely
a view untouched

By the ocean
the sound of waves
crashing on the soul

In the forest
trees standing tall
praising heaven

In a meadow
the fragrance of flowers
the scent of Jesus

Places in my heart:
where God’s on the throne
where love becomes real
where dreams are destiny
where moments are lived

Mountain Memories

On Thursday, I had forgotten my folding chairs at work, so yesterday, I thought about taking one with me on my lunch, just in case Lee was somewhere sitting in the shade, I’d be able to join him, so when I clocked out, I grabbed a chair, headed outside, and asked Holy Spirit where to walk and listened.

On the path He took me down, I ran into my friend, Jose, whom I haven’t seen in weeks. We stopped to chat. Continue reading