“Slow down to breathe”, the hummingbird said. “Watch how I work and I play. Pay special attention to my moments of rest, for you’ll see that I make time each day.
It may look like I’m always in motion. It may seem like I never stay still. But each day you’ll see I have moments to rest, and when given those moments I chill.”
He doesn’t withdraw like the tide.
He’s never tired or asleep.
You won’t hear him say “I’m too busy today” or “check in with me again next week”.
No appointment’s required for a visit.
No transaction needs to take place.
He’s not in a hurry.
His eyes are on me, and they’re brimming with kindness and grace.
Quote: God will never say to us in our prayers “you know, I’m just not interested.” Unknown
Somehow, we sing like the robins in the meadow and dance like poppies in the breeze.
Somehow, we blaze like the full moon of harvest and shimmer like bright aspen leaves.
Somehow, by His grace, we shine.
On my morning walks I look for treasures and
on most days something captures my attention.
Often, it's a bird, or a flower, or a tree.
Today it was a butterfly, plain yellow, meandering along my path.
Later, as I sat on a chair in my yard, a yellow butterfly floated by.
Could it be the same one?
I'm told that a yellow butterfly is a positive sign of hope or happiness for your life.
Now, I don't know if all of that is true, but still,
I'll thank God for the yellow butterfly.
A gift of years has been given to me
I realized this when I turned sixty three
But now that I’m well past sixty four
I’m pondering what to do with more
How shall I number the days ahead
So when they announce that I am dead
They’ll say “he lived the Jesus way,
One step at a time, day by day.”
I don’t know why but I can’t let you see
And oftentimes I’m not really sure
What makes me feel so insecure
Perhaps if I only knew
That you feel the same way too
Then maybe we could gradually slide
Out from the places where we hide.
A brushstroke made on canvas
A workmanship of art
What part will I play in the story?
What song will my heart sing?
What colors will mark my journey?
What beauty will my life bring?
