I try to keep track of all the orbits of my household. I got up from the leather chair after thinking about everything and nothing. I shot up a few prayers. I listened to the noise. I read some of Paul’s words on tearing down strongholds which I was reminded of yesterday.
Then I sat back down and closed my eyes.
I opened my heart to listen.
There were wars and rumors of wars.
There were earthquakes and tsunamis.
There were little lives fighting for life.
There was one who is absent from his little body.
There were loss of jobs and dignity.
There were relational rifts, understanding set aside.
and yet…
So many blessings flow through the deep
currents, churning in and through the despair.
Hope is deferred but not dead.
Pain and sorrow are nurtured just enough to
to bring new life and vision.
Just like the earth snuggling closer to the sun
and warming up our side of things we too can
snuggle up to our God and find warmer hope
and anticipation to new things.
We can be like the crocus breaking through
the crust of dormant days.
A tiny seed of faith can see us through.
Gerald the Writer 
>Yes. Just a tiny one. Sometimes I think, it is such a mystery how this faith does not snuff out and die. Life is such the hard stuff. But where would I be without the Holy Three? This is more than a blind, culture-taught believing. This knowing of this Person is real.
>Ah yes Laura…true, true. thanks for the follow.