Soul exhaustion sets in. Unexpected.
Byproduct from observing those who scorn the cross. And reject the gospel.
Stone heart resistance catches my breath.
So, I pray.

Soul exhaustion sets in. Unexpected.
Byproduct from observing those who scorn the cross. And reject the gospel.
Stone heart resistance catches my breath.
So, I pray.

In flight, I glance out the window. Plane views offering perspective. Patterns visible from 20,000+ feet.
As a kid, I begged for a seat by the window. Delighting in views as we gained altitude.
Watching tiny cars travel small, neat lanes. Between miniature houses all lined up in rows. Rivers curving, shining in the sun through cities and countrysides.
Fields of various colors appearing so perfectly arranged. In squares and rectangles.
On clear nights, myriads of lights indicated cities, towns, villages far below. Captivating. Spurring on my imagination.

As promised last year. I offer writings from the menopaused years. Heart cries penned in the margins.
The titles are telling: Wait. Stillness. Hope. Broken. Challenge. Winter. Rhythm.
For those currently traveling through this particular season of life, take heart. Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:37-39).
