Sometimes everything’s not OK. Sometimes the sense of loss or the stress of unresolved conflict or the mountainous trial we face is overwhelming, and we cry as if our hearts would break and try to ask the God who is there for help and hope and try to rest and find peace, and yet our thoughts return and we cry some more until there are no tears left, just an empty numbness. And then maybe we sleep a little and wake up and go about our business and it is still there, lurking, ready to rise again to the surface. Sometimes things are not OK with me, or with you, and I’m OK with that.
Archives for May 2015
I always like to walk in the park after a big rain. Sometimes the footbridge is covered with water flowing fast and deep enough to move a car, so I don’t attempt to cross it:
Here is another place I like to cross, but not today. The rocks someone placed so carefully are covered with water:
Here is the approach to basket 18 on the disc golf course:
And I seldom see these park gates closed: