Monday Musings [2]- Again

 {my picture}

rain

patters down

it's drip

drip

dripping

never ending

down the windowpanes

millions of drops

blur together

until I can't tell
what's clear
what's there

what's real

or not

i reach out

to trace the pattern

of a raindrop

sliding down  the pane

before i touch it

it's gone

melted into

the millions of others

just like it

sliding down

never to be itself

again

failure

weighs down

it's press

press

pressing

never ending

down into my heart

until i can't tell

what's clear

what's there

what's real

or not

i reach out

see a ray of sunlight

try to grasp it

before i touch it

it's gone

melted into

the millions of others

just like it

that have come

and gone

again

hope

pours down

it's knock

knock

knocking

never ending

down into my heart

millions of lies

have disappeared

until i can tell

what's clear

what's there

what's real

or not

i reach out

see the hope

that's right in front of me

when i touch it

it's mine

i'm not like

the millions of others

just like me

that have disscarded

their hope

again

i have hope

again

and forever

+++++++

 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. // Romans 15:13

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God,for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. // Psalm 42:11

Monday Musings [1]- Broken

we all

want to be whole

be perfect

be together

we all

are not whole

we're not perfect

we're not together 

we say

we're okay

when we're not

 we act

like we're fine

when we're not

it's okay

to not be whole

or perfect

or together

if we were all

already whole

then we'd have

no need

for a Savior

so be honest

and free

and broken

because 

we're all broken 

and imperfect

and not together

and that's okay

'cause that's how

the Light gets in-

when we're broken 

>>>>

He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds. // Psalms 147:3 

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise. // Psalms 51:17