hums and providence


the jankety hum of the printer

makes it’s way through the office.

a gentle heat emits from the machine.

the smell of ink and paper comes as a comfort

declaring the sign of completion–

a time when i can go home.

another week is done.

i sit in the midst of near dusk.

the sounds of traffic picking up:

the beginnings of rush hour.

meanwhile, my heart prays:

Lord, my heart and faith are weak. They lack trust in your providence and your promises. You are hope. You are my heavenly father. You will provide. You have a plan. God forgive me for my lack of trust in your faithfulness and goodness. Help me to rise and call you blessed. Help me to need only your strength and power to walk through what lies ahead.



dpp 2015: diciembre nueve

i think these speak for themselves…


new kids on the block


the humor and the madness. #classichung #archerface


Shoulders curled forward.

Elbows bent like the arm of a chair.

Hands sinking repeatedly

into the warm water below.

Suds drape like glistening gloves

highlighting individual fingertips.

Staring out the window

dreaming in another time.

The mundane routine

drifting from consciousness.

I wonder what other women

have stood here and thought

while handing plate over plate

onto the rack to my left.

Gazing out

letting their eyes rest over

the countryside

allowing themselves to ponder

a different day–a different story.

The sink empties.

The water slowly lowers

itself down the pipe

as the silky bubbles

start to file down my hands to join

the final parade.

My mind snaps back.

Reality fades in as I turn from the kitchen sink

and into a afternoon.

goodness in the crack of a window

sitting here. the fan cooling the night air. it rained today. hard rain–with flashes of lightning and sudden rumbles of thunder. i was tucked away in my new office. stained glass stopping my vision from the outside noise. i am working for our church. not hourly. it is one of my first non-hourly paid jobs. God is good. despite what i say or do, i really love organization. love finding efficiency patterns and tricks. i admit, i am good at these things. so i have a job–doing these things that seem good to my mind. tasks that make me think–dream about how to make better for the system and the people. God is good.

matt is gone. he left early this morning for his yearly college boys get-together. it will be good for him. he needs some refreshing before the next plunge into academia. walking into the house, it was lovely, though. everything tidied like i had left it: clean dishes drying in the sink, shoes orderly stacked, chips and mango salsa waiting just for me. i cracked a window to let in the cool damp georgia air. God is good.

tomorrow i will return to work. sitting in my beige office with neo-gothic pointed windows deeply recessed into the wall. the faint colors of the panes sealed into various shapes with leaded frames. my file cabinets sit in the corner, papers waiting to still find a home up top. a new friend is driving me to work tomorrow. have to be ready early. pack my bag. it is almost feels like a real-life adult job. speaking of grown-ups, i will be 25 this year. seemingly old, but also young in certain lights. off to brush my teeth.