Finding Home

“I lift my eyes to the mountains–where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121: 1-2 NIV

In the crisp

of a mountaintop morning

where cell service

was sparse

and silence

drifted over my busy

like the aroma of coffee

before sunrise

I hiked amidst

spurts of bird songs

sleepy eyes awakened

by His awesome.

Swinging my arms

forgetting my age

embracing His beauty

for joy doesn’t wear a watch.

I danced

because surrender can’t stand still.

I lingered

because life should not be rushed, anymore.

I listened

because there is learning in the leaning.

I looked up

because that is where my Help comes from.

I lost

my hurry



His Hallelujah.

No more wander.

Only Love’s whisper.

Welcome home, child. XOXO

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Spread your joy,