everyday things

When time runs out,
What will you leave
For others to find?

When your last day arrives,
What will they think
Of the things you left behind?

Little things might get overlooked or mean the world
Such as handkerchiefs and candlesticks,
Ornaments and letters never sent.

But what about the photographs without names,
The piles of scraps of paper and fabric and lace?
What about the just started journals barely written in?

There is so much,
Too much sometimes,
To remember or count.

When times runs out for me,
I hope you find more than things.
I hope you find the love I gave in every day for you.

Friday

Teacher, Master, Him
Grief and pain turned victory
Sacrifice divine

it all adds up

It's not a big thing, but it is a gesture.
A gesture of care and hope for the future.
What can we give when words fall short?
What can we do to show what's in our heart?

Little things.
Small and thoughtful,
Simple yet purposeful.
That's what you give and do
When life is throwing curveballs
Left and right
All day
Every day.

Focus on the little things
Because when added up
They become everything
That helps to fill our cups.

each day

blurred
smudged
uncertain

bright
light
certain

persevere
past
unknowns

walk
into
today

watchful
prayerful
hopeful

be
a
light

get some rest

Is it okay to be tired?
Give yourself permission to stop
Thinking too much
Loving people who don't love you back
Holding your breath—
For anything or anyone to come around

It is okay to be tired
But it isn't okay to give up
Doing your best
Keep thinking of others
Keep loving those who will let you
Keep breathing

You are tired now,
So rest.