kneeling
in shame
afraid to look up
kneeling
in sorrow
not knowing how to live
kneeling
to teach
face to face – eye to eye
kneeling
to listen
to the small voice that cries
kneeling
in awe
of being loved by Him
kneeling
in Reverence
of Who He is: I AM
broken
like the wind
not knowing where to blow
hiding
in the stillness
or the shadows
darkness Continue reading
The price You paid
for me to walk this way
to follow You
to follow You
The blood You shed
for me to be set free
to follow You
to follow You Continue reading
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
