Friday, September 13, 2019

Water


...but whoever 
drinks the water 
I give them 
will never thirst. 
Indeed, 
the water I 
give them 
will become 
in them 
a spring of water 
welling up 
to eternal life.





Thanks


green grass and trees
outside on the deck
purple flowers, yellow flowers
misty air
great-kids
my kids
memories
baked apples
Thunderstorms
not really thunderstorms
Heroes
villains who became heroes
hearts turned
An Avalanche of Blessings




What are you thankful for?


Monday, September 9, 2019

Cleaner


So she cleaned the palace. Not just physically, which she was very, very good at, but spiritually. Prayer was her real work. The dusting and polishing and mopping and shining were all secondary. The King passed by and her heart sang blessings for wisdom and to not do. Not that, she'd say deep within, and the King would turn. Some days he was like a spinning top. His decisions whirrled around and came to an unexpected end. 

His friends and enemies who gathered in the grand room to pay homage had slipped in through her prayers. The maid in the hallway was the most powerful person in all the world.