Opportunity (has) Cost

Two roads in a yellow wood
But only one pair of legs.
Each decision a yes
But in the same breath, no.

A wishbone snaps.
One side victory, the other, splintered.
Each side broken, in different ways.

When we choose
do we hold the duality in our minds?
In each destiny there dwells a shadow side,
A legacy not engaged.

This is the balance of life, the yin and the yang.
And that is how it should be,
For we are made of flesh and not of feathers.

How do we lay ourselves before the throne of God,
Our lives, our collection of yesses and nos.

What story do these declinations tell?
Is it one of faith?
Or of fear?

How do I listen Lord, standing in a yellow wood?
Which path is mine to take?




Oh my dear. The challenge I have set before you
is lofty indeed.
For the reward for your heroic feats of faith
is ill-defined at best.
There is no immediate applause, no kudos, no instant reward.
There is only a string of tomorrows, the same objective set before you again.
and again.
The reward for clinging to your faith,
for a job well done
is just that.
A job well done.
And if you should fall, or simply stop climbing, the only exterior result would be
To the world you live in, there is no complement to the faithful,
and no consequence for the unfaithful.
So the monumental battle of good and evil is
fought internally, each day.
With only you and I as witnesses.

This Day.

One Day
24 Hours
1,440 Minutes.
We are all blessed with the same.

Each morning is a blank page, waiting to be filled with





How do you choose to fill your day?
With scheduled minutes,
or unplanned moments?

We have a choice.  To rush and hurry
chasing the second hand in dizzying circles around the clock

Or to do the same things in a progression of moments.
Choosing to value the who over the what.

How will you choose to fill this day?

the gift of ordinary time

Each day is replete with blessings.  Our lives hold impossible glories.
Right now, the sun is shining through my window, dust motes dance upon the air.
Tiny ballerinas.  An intended audience of one.
Unimaginable beauty, contained within the mundane.

What will you do with this day you have been gifted?
Hurry through, with eyes turned to deadlines, screens, traffic lights?
Or allow your imagination to capture your attention?
See the glistening water flowing through the tap, and behold the bubbles of soap in their iridescent splendor?

What does it feel like outside today?
Did you take the time to notice?
What blessings will today hold for you?
Will you take the time to receive them?

Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem.  Seize the day. 
Live each moment as if it were your last.
Because it may well be.
But what if said moment was your first?
What if, instead of rushing to an epic ending
    we lived a life of epic beginnings?
Racing not for closure
     but for opportunity?
What if, instead of racing the setting sun, 
     we raced towards the sunrise?
Seizing our entire lives with the gusto
     usually reserved for beating a yellow light
     racing to a meeting
     or grabbing lunch wrapped in foil?
What if we lived a life filled with opportunities and not obligations?
I know I for one would drink more wine
     and less diet soda.
I would listen more, pray more, think more, laugh more.
Would I live more?
Seize the day.  
Not as a rescue operation
     but as a divine moment.


So I am not getting a tattoo.

But if I did, it would look something like this…


wikipedia= Selah (Hebrewסֶלָה‎, also transliterated as selāh) is a word used 74 times in the Hebrew Bible  – 71 times in the Psalms and three times in Habakkuk  – and is a difficult concept to translate.  It is probably either a liturgico-musical mark or an instruction on the reading of the text, something like “stop and listen.” Selah can also be used to indicate that there is to be a musical interlude at that point in the Psalm.[1] The Amplified Bible translates selah as “pause, and think of that.” It can also be interpreted as a form of underlining in preparation for the next paragraph.

Selah.  Stop and listen.  pause, and think of that.

I need more selah in my life.  I need to pause, to think, to listen, to marvel.

I love that this term can also be used in music- I really think my life needs more musical interludes.  What if we saw stoplights, long lines, unexpected delays not as sources of frustration or time wasted, but as the violin solos of our day?  A chance to sit back and reflect, soak in the beauty of this life we are living?

Do you ever just feel bowled over by the sense of God’s presence?  From time to time I will see something, read something, hear something, taste something, and think this is important.  Not because there is some practical application or monetary value that can be gained from it, but because moments like these are the fabric of life.  Hearing my daughter laugh.  Watching my son run.  Eating a blackberry, straight from the bush.  This is what is important.  This is what I need to pay attention to.

If we don’t embrace selah into the tempo of our lives, we will never give God space to speak.  His lessons will whiz by, lost in the tumult of our hurry.  Stop.  And listen.  That moment was important.  Be present with this person.  Enjoy this piece of music… this experience… this emotion.

How do we learn to stop?  What are we listening for?  There are no answers to these questions, because these questions are the Big Ones, the ones we learn to answer over a lifetime.  But start the journey with me… and hold me accountable to my quest.

Psalm 32

A psalm of David.

Oh, what joy for those
    whose disobedience is forgiven,
    whose sin is put out of sight!
Yes, what joy for those
    whose record the Lord has cleared of guilt,
    whose lives are lived in complete honesty!
When I refused to confess my sin,
    my body wasted away,
    and I groaned all day long.
Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me.
    My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat.     Selah

Finally, I confessed all my sins to you
    and stopped trying to hide my guilt.
I said to myself, “I will confess my rebellion to the Lord.”
    And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone.     Selah

Therefore, let all the godly pray to you while there is still time,
    that they may not drown in the floodwaters of judgment.
For you are my hiding place;
    you protect me from trouble.
    You surround me with songs of victory.    Selah

The Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.
    I will advise you and watch over you.
Do not be like a senseless horse or mule
    that needs a bit and bridle to keep it under control.”

10 Many sorrows come to the wicked,
    but unfailing love surrounds those who trust the Lord.
11 So rejoice in the Lord and be glad, all you who obey him!
    Shout for joy, all you whose hearts are pure!


our prayers are like raindrops
falling upward into the sky.

the sharp stinging needles of anger and guilt,
the cold wet snowflakes of grief,
our thankfulness the warm spring rain; awakening things to life.

yet what is watered is not heaven,
but our own souls.

drenching the seeds we choose to sow.

slowly filling the empty landscape that is our life,
our legacy.

drought, flood, hailstorms, bounty,
our words are what create the landscape of our souls.