“Standing Tall”

in shame
afraid to look up

in sorrow
not knowing how to live

to teach
face to face – eye to eye

to listen
to the small voice that cries

in awe
of being loved by Him

in Reverence
of Who He is: I AM


Picnic with Peeps

Yesterday morning, right before I left for work, I packed food for a picnic: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, chips, and some sweets. I packed enough for Mike but haven’t seen him the last couple days and knew if he wasn’t there, Lee would end up having dinner to take with him, and it ended up working out that way.

In the afternoon, as I approached Lee, I saw that he was reading his book about Bill Clinton. He wanted to rise to give me his seat but struggled to get up, so I encouraged him to stay in the chair, and I sat on a blanket at his feet. Continue reading