8 years old

On my back on the grassy bank of the pond I stare at the white clouds in the blue sky. No pending thoughts for I am 8 years old and there are years before I need to be home for dinner.
Shirt and Shoeless I feel the prickles of the grass and the moisture of the earth as I live beyond myself to my imagination in the sky.
In typical youth abandonment to the moment I stretch my arms wide and imagine I can see the whole earth turning with me on it.
I need nothing else in my mind for I am 8 .

I am now fifty something and only in Christ can I find 8 year old
abandonment to be only what I am this moment without any strings attached.


Who said you have to carry all your carrying?
You told yourself to bolster your self-made importance, you told yourself it was your job.
The motive behind it you justified with nobody cares like you do.
Your reason was for your own pleasure of significance.
Now the burden has worn you out.
When was the last time you felt 8 years old?
I have a lifetime of 8 year old enjoyment planned for you.
Trust me to handle what you deem as important, see if I am not totally able.
Now you, you take my cue when you must act fifty something and when you can be 8 years old.

“Cast your cares on me for I care for you”

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Laid low how low?
Lower than whale poop.
When I have nothing left but GOD, then for the first time, I realize that he is enough. Then I realized he is more than I could ever imagined, and I saw that he gave it to me, for he put me in himself.
I marvel that I can carry HIM who is not hurry, in my hurriedness of life.
To live with a quietness of heart on the inside while the zig zag of life flies around my head like flies.
The heart of who he is, is larger than mine, he makes room for weaknesses I cannot, his mercy is alive and is full of love and light and life.

“Jesus went often alone into the wilderness to pray”

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To him who knows
My house in Pelican Alaska sets away from the view of the busyness of the harbor. We can peek and see a little bit of the water and the snow clad mountains. And the occasional eagle flies by and often the caw of a raven can be heard or a chirp of a chipmunk. But the house is cut off from the rush of Pelican town. There are those who would feel sorry for us not being on the waterfront where we could see more. But the lord knew what we needed. He knew I didn’t need more hurriedness, I needed more of him. Thank you Lord for hemming me in so I could see more of you.

Entrust all who you are, even that which you don’t know is you and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways give him who you are and he will show you “your way in him”

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Gracie is my dog ½ poodle ½ spaniel she has one job and that is to observe everything that happens. Since she doesn’t talk she has fewer distractions from herself to do her job.
She watches every little thing that happens, hears faint little sounds and will let us know about them.
She is the picture of the vigilant GOD toward us, our front and rear guard our alpha and omega. He is, so we don’t have to be.
It is the unlearned art of being a dumb but cherished lamb that doesn’t have to lead but follow. Attentive is the way we should be toward HIM.

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Trust GOD who is at work, I used to think GOD needed my help to be holy.
There is not any good in ted by ted of ted so why not stopnsave myself agony and let GOD be GOD and do his work in me.
Have you ever noticed that he who drives the car cannot enjoy the scenery along the way. Let go Let GOD and you will see what you have missed for so long.
GOD’s expectation is in himself not in me.