I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Sometimes we forget
When Sam was six or so, he explained to me why we
call God “God”.
Because when you see something so great, you just
go, “God”.
Anne
Lamott, talking about her son in “Help, Thanks, Wow”
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Sometimes we forget Lord
that you are
Sometimes we forget
How you are
Who you are
Sometimes we get all wrapped up
In our conversations with the “maniac in our head”
That talks and talks and talks
Endless
stirring up feelings of fear, and anxiety
Sometimes we forget
And then
you send a snowy morning
and snow laden trees
you send the nudge of a cat
the nuzzling nose of a horse
and we remember
and all we can say
is
God!
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