It is a beautiful day
Outside this door...
Newborns first see mama.
Broken lives are mended.
❤️
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Daily reflections, pairing one of my poems with a photo.
Reflections are where these moments are gathered — words shaped into poems, meditations, and stories that trace the ongoing path of My Reunion Tour.
These writings are not essays or articles. They are invitations. They are windows into my own journey of noticing God’s presence in the midst of daily life. Some came as poems scribbled on “Tour Days,” others as prose prayers or honest confessions. All are meant to point beyond me, toward the One who walks with us.
Reflections are not polished speeches. They are living testimony. They remind us that God meets us not just on mountaintops, but in valleys, in detours, even in the quiet of an ordinary day. As the psalmist sang: “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path” (Psalm 119:105).
You are invited to linger here, to read slowly, to listen for echoes of your own story in these words. And perhaps, to be stirred to write your own reflections with God.
It is a beautiful day
Outside this door...
Newborns first see mama.
Broken lives are mended.
❤️
...
Our plans are made
Destination is set
A new adventure awaits
The time is close to fly.
❤️
Yet,...
Sometimes in life
You just have a deep knowing
When it is time to
Stay or go.
❤️
Staying means the...
In this place, between
What was yesterday and
What is not yet
The unknown is hard.
❤️
A single...
So many people today
Hold tightly to the notion that
We must take control
We alone can solve...
When the storm winds arrive,
(And they always will...),
It can be too late to prepare
For what is...
Turning the page from 64
Savoring a day being born
Surrendered any agenda
This day beautifully...
Bright sunny days can turn
Stormy before you are prepared.
Mountaintop paths can lead to
Darkest...
Staying in place.
Cozy. Comfortable. Known.
Yet, often this is just the time
When You bid us move.
In the town of Great Bridge
We celebrate a turning point
A small victory which lead
To the birth...
So grateful for this morning.
In awe of Your unfolding plan.
You take us through dark valleys.
...
Freely given.
Often undeserved.
This is Your Way of Love.
One we struggle to follow.
❤️
So...