Imagine

Stop for a moment
and just imagine
all that could
possibly be.

No barriers. No limits.
More. Better. Free.
Reach up. Reach out.
Go farther. Be bold.

It's wonderful. Exciting.
Enticing. Inviting. And true.
It's real. It's authentic. Amazing.
It's you.

Imagine!

Missing You

A vacant spot. A hollow feeling.
Too many days and no quiet time with my soul.
Places to go. Things to do. The hustle and bustle
creep in without notice.

The longing creeps in almost without notice.
Thankfully, I feel the tugging on my heart.
The small dull ache in my soul.

I need quiet time. So the Lord can speak.
So I can hear. So I can be filled. So I can obey.
I need solitude so I can connect to my Father.

Otherwise, I'm missing a piece of me. Because
I'm missing You.

My Choice

Life is so full,
choices, errands, demands.
Life is so rich,
Jesus, the cross, worship.

This day, this very busy day,
which do I choose? Which path do I take?
The busy path or the Jesus path?
One is consuming, frantic, and draining.
I know . . . I've chosen it for years.
The other is full of peace, ease, and love.
I get glimmers of it when I allow
God to sit firmly at the center of my life.

So which do I choose, the busy path
or the Jesus path?

For this day, I choose
the Jesus path,
and I know,
all things will be possible . . .

~~Amen.

Heart Strings

It began as
a subtle urge.
I almost
could have missed it.

But something pulled me,
something called me,
in its direction.
Just listen,
just follow me,
p-l-e-a-s-e.

So I did. I listened.
Why wouldn't I?
How many times
haven't I? And why?
Why do I deny?

So I said yes.
And we turned in the direction
of the deserted beach.
And as each moment drew us closer,
closer to the quiet,
the natural, unspoiled 'end of the road',
I felt it.
I felt it in the slight flutter of my gut,
the freedom of my mind -- it felt
fresh . . . new . . . secretive . . . pristine . . . real.

I wanted to bottle that moment,
that feeling, the essence of it.
The stirrings were gentle, yet deep.
Surreal, yet oh so real.

God's creation was plucking my heart strings
and I was filled with awe.

~~Amen.

An Audience of One

All the world's a stage
they say.
But as for me,
I prefer to play
to an audience of One.

Faithful. Enduring.
Full of love.
A duet. A partnership.
A bond
from above.

Leading.
Loving.
Guiding.
Forgiving and
Providing.

Day by day
Your will be done
as I live to love,
to serve,
an audience of One.

~Amen.