When the Fog Sinks In and Chills

There are days when fog never lifts,

When dreams turn to ash

And relationships twist into ugly shapes.


You hoped for so much!

Your dreams were larger than life,

Hope fell flat and you are shocked at time gone by…

Looking back…wanting a life do-over.

Trouble is you forgot Who it is that plans life

And though you did your best,

Things…life…got out of control.

Your life, your influence…over others.

Then you step back and remember…

Your life and its destiny are not up to you.

That you can’t change what is past,

Or make others change.

Tell yourself—it’s not up to you to police the world,

To stress when some are up to no good.


The God of the Universe will bring us all to our knees

…if we have not gone there yet.

Take heart! Be brave and courageous,

But don’t play God; don’t try to make people mind.

Pray, praise, have joy, live life and still love large.






Cozy Up with a Cuppa Tea

The rain drizzles outside my windows all day.

It’s dark and dreary…the endless gray-time of winter.

Lilac buds are in a fragile state, having gone past the ‘safe zone’, and I know winter in Upstate New York isn’t over until it’s over.

I imagine Jesus here cozy on my couch and drinking a cuppa Tulsi Licorice Spice tea with me. He would be comfortable and put his feet up; therefore I would be comfortable.

Can you imagine the discussion?

Or possibly none at all…just sipping tea in silence, and I enjoying his presence as he enjoys mine.

Would I drink my tea, or would I let it grow cold and be at his feet in worship? Would I be dumbstruck and not ask anything of him?

I’ve big questions on my mind again about this hurting world and tearing away of hope in hearts. If only we could rest at night when things are sad around us.

I know one more marriage struggling outwardly…secrets no more.

I know one more young person barely into adulthood dead of a drug overdose – so close I saw the flashing lights of police and emergency rescue teams.

No hope? Sometimes I’m tired of talking about hope, reading about hope, waiting for hope!

Then I realize I am once again focused on that one thing that is dragging me down, instead of looking up to the hope that is within me.

Jesus knows…he knows these ones. He loves them beyond what I could love.

We sip our tea in silence, and though I was weary…once again I have hope.

Jesus thanks me for the cuppa, stands and removes a hefty sword from his side and hands it gently to me. He is smiling, and as I lift the sword I expect I will need two hands, and how will I wield it?

But no, it is light…as is his burden.

We know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead is with us. Paul says,

“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”

Stand firm, believe, and you will be renewed.

Remember the cross? Remember the blood he shed?