Itchin'

I'm dreamin' of being on the beach today;

On the beach of the Irish Sea.

Dreamin' of enjoying sun and sail.

Went last summer so it's been awhile.

There's nothing like it that I've ever seen.

And I'm itchin' to go again.

Reflection

The beauty of the sunrise is the clouds up in the sky,

and the glory of the sun's reflection there.

The beauty of the ocean is the waves upon the sea,

and the brightness of the sun's refraction there.

The blowing of the wind brings the clouds into the sky;

The blowing also moves upon the sea.

Blow, O Holy Spirit, Your wind upon my soul

thatYour life may be reflected,

and Your glory may be seen.

Love Bucket

When I woke up this morning at 5:23

I looked out my window and what did I see?

In the dark before dawn in God's vast galaxy

The bright white Big Dipper looking at me.

I imagined it pouring a bucket of love

From God my Father in heaven above.

I remembered His Words and heard His voice say:

"Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.

Shoulder My yoke and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart,

and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son

so that anyone who believes in Him would not be lost but have life everlasting."

"I am the God that heals you."

"And nothing will ever separate you from the love of your God."

Please pour out Your buckets of love today, I pray.

Rain Washed

What a joy to walk outside on the day after a rain.

With everything so shiny bright and all washed fresh and clean.

The flicker and the blue jay, chirp and peck with beaks

The land yields forth so easily the worms they seek.

The hummingbirds find food in the bathed petunia bloom.

The chickadees flit happily among the fallen limbs.

The breeze that blows wafts the pungent earth's aroma:

Damp dirt

Wet bark

Soaked oaks

Soggy cedars

Rushing rivers

Flooded fields

Sodden sand

Dripping rooftops

Darkened deck

Saturated hillsides

Piquant pines

Gleaming grasses

Puddled pavement

Steaming pathways

Smoking chimneys

Misty manzanitas

Muddy landscape

Slippery slides

Sparkling cars

and

Shining pyracanthas

Our senses are revived.

All has been renewed ~ Everything washed clean.

All has been refreshed.

Even me.

Rain

It looks like winter's finally come.

The 1st day in 6 months I haven't seen the sun.

Rain, rain and more comes down.

Can't see my canyons or far mountains now.

I know the sun's there, just hidden by clouds.

Just like the Son's there when we're feeling down.

The rain brings water to the earth below.

It's what we need to flourish and grow.

The sun will return when the dark time is over.

We may catch a glimpse of a rainbow before

the sun comes back in its glory.

So Beautiful

Is there anything more beautiful

on a winter's eve

than the full moon peeking

over mountains through the trees?

Is there anything more breathtaking

than looking to the sky

and seeing radiant stars on a moonless night?

Is there anything more exquisite than the rising sun

its brightness so reflective

on everything and everyone.

Is there anything more lovely than the rippling brook

flowing over rock and stones,

beauty everywhere you look?

Is there anything more delightful

than the flitting wings

of the hummingbird?

Is there anything?

Yes, I do believe there is: There's you!!

The Pathway

"For You are the glory of our strength, and by Your favor we walk with uplifted faces."
Psalm 89:17

Come, Let us walk the pathway He has for us.
Listen ~ the trumpet calls.
See the sun rising up over the mountain.
It illuminates the path,
It lights the way,
It shines on you,
It's the break of day!

Rise out of the darkness.
Come into the glory
of seeing His brightness,
of seeing His triumph,
of seeing the pathway that He has for you.

Look up to Jesus.
Trust not in yourself,
for our own understanding is shallow,
our own ways are lower,
our own plans are futile.

Step into the Light!
It's flooding your heart
to brighten your path,
to give a new start.

As we walk in His way, He makes us anew.
Listen ~ He's calling. Rise up, come away...

Sun Magic

Oh my ~ I just watched the sun rise

and spread its golden glow

over all my eyes could see...

the tips of the pine trees,

the glossy oak leaves,

the zinnias and marigolds,

the flowing waterfalls,

and even over me.

The flying bugs and bees turned into fireflies.

Whatever the sun touches, it changes.

Whatever the Son touches, He changes.

Red Kia

I do love going for a drive 'tho it's not quite the same

since my red Kia Sportage met its day of shame!

Up one mount and down another, hair blowing in the wind

was my favorite recreation and I'm sure will be again.

Driving up Sonora Pass or down the PCH;

up 101 to Oregon or flying byways straight.

I do wish there were no rules, no limits on my speed!

Then my fun would escalate but I guess you'd call that greed.

So I'll stick to motoring and the pleasure that it brings.

Just getting out there for a day makes my heart and body sing!

Morning Glory

Morning glories & trumpet vines - all help recall & bring to mind

the wonders of my Lord.

The hills around, the sky above - all make me feel wrapped in the love

of the heavenly King.

The brilliant, streaming rays of sun - make my heart leap to the One

Who made these and all things.

Lord, I praise your Name this morning.

I'll give thanks with joyful singing.

Now and all day long.

Moon Walk

I think I must go walking in the full moon light.

Just a little stroll on this most lovely night.

The shadows & reflections such a beauteous sight.

It feels as though it's day, 'cause this moon's so bright.

I'll saunter 'round the mountain, yes it seems so right.

To go walking on my moonlit path

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ in this night's bright light.

It's January

IT'S JANUARY:

We should be tromping in the snow.

Instead we're basking in sunshine's glow.

We should be skiing down powdery slopes.

Instead we're hiking by the water ditch flow.

We should be bundled in warm winter coats.

Instead we're in shirtsleeves, wearing our shorts.

We should be in snow boots all set in a row.

Instead you're seeing flip-flop toes.

We should be gasping at misty rainbows.

Instead there's just a random cloud, wispy and low.

The yard should be done, the end of all growth.

Instead here I am, out there with the hoe.

We should be 4-wheelin' with chains in tow.

Instead the top's down as road trippin' we go.

The deer should be scraping for food, buck & doe.

Instead they're just grazing, all nice & slow.

We should hear Justin saying "all schools are closed".

Instead the kids are going in their summer clothes.

Our planes should be grounded, dear me such woe.

Instead, easy flying, all things nice & stowed.

We should be hearing blizzards & winter winds blow.

But windows are open, sweet breeze blowing through.

We should be all cuddled, fire warm & close.

Instead, pilot's off & the heat set to 'no'.

I'm not complainin'... I'm just sayin'...

IT'S JANUARY!

Morning Praise

Watching the sunrise inspires me;

Reminds me of God's faithfulness.

I love that His mercies are new every morning;

That He promises never to leave us.

I see the mountains reflect His glory as the sun peaks over their rim.

I feel the breath of wind in the trees as the earth stirs to awaken.

I hear the rocks cry out in praise as the sun-lit water flows over them.

We join these in praise this day.

We lift our voice & hearts to say:

Glory to God in the highest & peace on earth, good will to men.

The Walk

I love to walk my water ditch, fast-paced or very slow.

I love to take in all above and everything below.

I feel such invigoration. My brain is set afire.

And yet there is a peace felt nowhere else on earth.

The wind speaks, the clouds float by, and You walk by my side.

Sometimes I see a friend and wave.

Sometimes I feel rain on my face.

Sometimes it's just a peaceful walk at the closing of the day.

It's now a sweet part of my life as seasons come and go.

It's where I run away from strife and where I've come to know

that You walk by my side.

Caressing Winds

I do love it so when the wind comes through & blows

over hills & vales... up the canyons from below.

That tangible breeze upon my face, caressing my neck & arms & legs,

rustling leaves & dying weeds... swaying towering pine trees.

The small frog must enjoy it too, 'cause on the deck below

his croak so loud & long... turns to a lovely song.

The water in the stream is flowing fast & furious.

The jays are chirping louder, the quail coo in the brush.

The breeze itself is singing as it blows by in a rush.

We cry to our Creator, 'Thanks' for this invigorating peace.