Silence

 silence is where we find the most clarity

yet silence is daunting

almost haunting

the thoughts swirl

the patterns repeat

same noises over and over

yet silence is where the Lord wants us. 

Its in the silence that he speaks to our hearts

its when we press in that he enters in

he is gentle 

he will not barge in

he allows us the free will to sit and let him enter in

and when he we do

he comes in with hope and peace

hope for a future that is better than we could have ever imagined it would be

and peace that surpasses all understanding

first we must get past the hurting that comes in the beginning of the silence

the thoughts that spiral and cloud our vision 

so that

we may experience what he has promised 

joy

hope

peace

wisdom

silence

in reality is the most beautiful place we could allow ourselves to be 

sun

 The sun is making its way through the clouds

to shine onto the ground and produce life from the rain

its weaning away the heavy clouds and shining bright

lighting up the sky and making way for hope

though you may weep for the night

joy comes in the morning

the sky is no longer a gloomy shade of grey 

it is a vibrant light opaque

the sun is bursting through in some areas 

but in some its still dark

what a relation to the areas in our heart

some we allow him room for him to enter in and others we hide in fear of the pain

the second we let the light in there is hope

there is freedom

but there is also pain

with love and light comes pain

is this bargain one that keeps us from freedom

yes

is this bargain sometimes to much to carry 

yes

his hope comes bursting through and sometime our darkness aches at the pain of the light

darkness becomes comfortable 

safe

we feel there is no reason to cause extra pain to a wound that already hurts

but joy comes in the morning 

Rain

 the rain lingers

pouring off the house beams 

drenching the ground from the sky

the sky is no longer blue

it is a cream color shade of grey

dimming the light the sun produces

peering through my window all I see is wet

the ground, the roof

the house beams all the way down the road

the tops of the fences are soaking and seeping its way to the bottom

coursing through the seams of the fence

its beautiful

all of us our experiencing rain

its the one thing we all experience the same

rain, sun

we all experience it

some like one more than the other but none of us have the power to control it

my coffee is steaming while I sit and listen to the rain

its calming

secure

pondering what others are thinking as the rain pours from the sky

are you happy?

what do you feel

there is going to be a change

the scars from the fire will start to fade

as green pastures come back and the ground begins to grow

we will all still  carry the weight and pain from that week

but the rain will produce growth

filling the scars and giving hope

the rain is clear yet it has the healing property of something that should be so colorful

so beautiful

yet it is beautiful

clear

dainty

simple

It pours out of the sky with no regard of what is happening

Its simply elegant