"Writing … is discovering." Frost
God is very fond of you.
I’m an 11th hour child, lucky. So lucky.
God grows people. Offering grace means embracing patience.
Extending grace costs the giver.
Grace rolls around us like the Mississippi River. We stand in the middle with our cups.
Life is so unfair in my favor.
Grace builds bridges.
When God laughs—
The rivers gurgle and run,
The mountains beckon to come,
Trees dress in their gayest reds and golds
And wave their arms for fun.
When God laughs—
The animals skitter and scatter,
A summer rain may patter,
The ocean swells and kisses the shore
With her tongue of salty water.
When God laughs—
His children dance and sing
They know they belong to the King.
They in happiness wait for the feast near the gate
When given their golden wings.
Living in the Now 