His peace

Last Malawi road trip

seeking comfort and calm

found in the beauty of Zomba Plateau

this, may my heart remember

Peace I leave with you; 

My [own] peace I now give and bequeath to you. 

Not as the world gives do I give to you. 

Do not let your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. 

[Stop allowing yourselves to be agitated and disturbed; 

and do not permit yourselves to be fearful and intimidated 

and cowardly and unsettled.]

John 14:27 Amplified

Second love

years have passed swiftly

my mind, my heart distracted

months of preparation

for the mission field

then the years of serving

my pen ran dry

with Jesus as my first love

writing was my second

and in pursuing the work of One

in a new and foreign way

I have lost the other

I know I can have both

for He tells me, over and again

the He provides the words

if only I will share them

as we begin preparations to come back 

to the life we had forever placed behind us

may I find the path to return

to my life of words

sharing His heart and mine

My heart is overflowing with a good theme;

I recite my composition concerning the King;

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

Psalm 45:1 NKJV

Tread lightly

As we walk through our last days here in Malawi

we were blessed to retreat to the Lake

I feel I am treading as lightly

as this curious sandpiper

I am sure I will be able to share more

as time and distance

add perspective

for now --

how can a broken heart speak?

how do you share words you never planned to need?

what shape is that kind of disappointment?