Another Project Gideon At Home

I saw the Twitter feed.

They're there--they're all there--

And I can almost imagine 

The excitement, the energy,

The soul expanding experience.

All weekend, I can picture it all

In my mind's eye:

The worship, the lectures,

The preaching, the networking.

Even the late night movie-viewing.

We've missed three years now.

And each year I pray for the financial

Blessings we need to return again.

(God knows I need it badly--

My soul is thirsty fo rejuvenation.)

I wish to "glean behind the reapers,"

It is my dream, and I speak it now,

To all of cyberLand:  It is my prayer

That we may afford to return again.

Let it be, Lord.  Let it be (please).

I've Temporarily Lost My Destiny

The book.

I'm talking about the book.

Destiny.

It's gone and I can't find it.

Anywhere, everywhere--

I looked a dozen places;

Now I'm wondering if this

Is some Cosmic Sign.

"Misplaced Destiny" or

"Lost Forever Destiny"?

Some days, it's hard to tell

Which it is.

I'm still looking for it.

My Destiny.

I refuse to give up.

(It's got to be somewhere, right?)

I WILL find it.

Right?

I'm just not so sure how much longer

I can go without it.

Praying (again):

Lord, please please please:

Help me find my Destiny--

The book, and so much more!

He Who Beckons Me

He who beckons me
Beckons me onward,
"Pull up stakes and move,"
He says.

He who beckons me
Urges me to let go of the past,
My fears and my doubts,
"Go forward, my child."

I will have to leave the familiar,
Much I've become accustomed to,
But in my spirit, I am quite certain:
It is time to follow Him.

"Get your boots on," He says,
"It's time to travel.
This road will not be an easy one:
Move, one step at a time."

Please don't ask me where I'm going,
I haven't the slightest idea,
But as long as I'm with Him,
I'll be precisely where I need to be.

He who beckons me is calling me
To live the life I've read about,
To trust in Him as my Source,
To follow in Faith.

He who beckons me is able to keep me,
To keep us all, on this journey
That is to come...A Faith Walk.
And I will go where He beckons me.

Snow on the Hilltop

There is snow on the hilltop,
I can see it when I open my front door.
It snowed there overnight.

It is cold where I stand viewing it,
Blue-white blanket on treetops,
I wish I were close enough to touch it.

I'd hoped it would blanket my front yard,
But it didn't make it to me...
We aren't close enough to the hilltop.

Down in the valley, we can look up and see
The snow capped hill in front of us.
We reside in a different elevation.

Yet there is something within me these past days,
Urging me to follow my heart and climb the hilltop,
There is a place for me there.

I must gather my thoughts--and my resolve--
And begin the trek upward...
A new plane of existence awaits us there.

Where there is snow on the hilltop.

Time to Move On

It's Spring now, almost Easter
And we never got snow.
It wasn't what we'd hoped,
But it's time to move on.

Whatever we thought the months would bring,
Whatever we dreamed would occur,
Whatever we felt in our heart would transpire,
Now it's time to move on.

Moving on--leaving it behind,
So many memories, so many hopes
And dreams seemingly unfulfilled.
But it's time to move on.

There will be those who do not
Understand, there will be those
Who assumed naught would change,
Yet it's time to move on.

The New Season is upon us,
And though I pine for times
With sleds and snow, I know
It's time to move on.

It's time, it's time,
It's time to move onward.
It's time, it's time,
To leave the past behind.

What was and is are different now
And what will be is a beckoning call;
Resolving to don Courage,
It's time to move on.