in your youth,
each day was fresh
with no mistakes
and no consequences?
Only dreams waiting to be captured.
And every day was rosy,
full of life
the way a florist shop smells green
Then disappointment comes…
but not enough to kill your
You won’t be so easily discouraged!
and time passes and another comes…
and you smile and say,
“If at first I don’t succeed,
I’ll try, try again.”
Then life starts to happen.
and one day bleeds into the next
with the blood of murdered hopes and dreams.
Twenty comes and goes
with extra tiny fingers and toes,
and Cheerios in places you never thought you’d see them.
Thirty comes and goes
with extra pounds and rolls,
and your jeans create a nuclear mushroom from your belly.
Now at forty, panic strikes! You realize that
those things youth loftily planned
are out of reach and out of hand.
Jesus poured out His hopes and dreams
of a long life well-lived
as a drink offering
for a blood thirsty ground.
His dreams in exchange
for the dreams of others.
And you realize that all is not lost,
because you’ve made beds and sack lunches
paving the way for those you love
to accomplish God things.
God whispers in your ear.
“Will you hope in Me now?
now that you have spent yours?
Now that your pride and confidence
in your own goals
have fallen like Babel?
Will you let Me create in you
an expectation anew?
A fresh future full of Me
now that there is less of you?”
Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal. John 12:24-25 Message
It is by his great mercy that we have been born again, because God raised Jesus Christ from the dead. Now we live with great expectation, I Peter 1:3
We all arrive at your doorstep sooner
or later, loaded with guilt,
Our sins too much for us—
but you get rid of them once and for all.
Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guest
at home in your place!
We expect our fill of good things
in your house, your heavenly manse.
Psalm 65 Message
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117. Glitter in old lady’s hair
118. Friends who think that I can do anything.
119. For great priceless treasure in my home…
120. A child’s laughter his delight in simply taking another breath.