some are going to ask you, "Where were you?," you know and others will claim you were never absent that all things work to the good and words like that I won't ask you I'm not sure I'm ready for the answer but I do wonder why all the brokenness in the midst of… Continue reading where were you?
Tag: asking God questions
Hard Questions over Spilled Milk
Yesterday I was trying to hurry and give my littles snacks. We were heading out on our activities du jour, and it was going to be a while before they'd get to eat again. I served up the last of the brownies and a glass of milk. As I reached across the sink to the counter to… Continue reading Hard Questions over Spilled Milk
and so I love
I scan the room for him no sign of his face, those eyes, that smile I walk to the door and peer outside someone is lying in the grass, in the sun napping or so it seems It is my friend, my brother and I am glad he is resting The rain has poured for days and… Continue reading and so I love
Mac’s New Shoes and My Questions for God
My phone rang early this morning. I had it set on vibrate but I could hear it echoing in the drawer I had left it charging in overnight. I picked it up. Mac. I breathed a sigh of relief. He usually comes to Daybreak around the time for Sister Circle on Tuesdays to visit and catch… Continue reading Mac’s New Shoes and My Questions for God
I Might Need A Nap 