Dear Mother

I am quickly growing to love Psalm 39 more and more each time I read it.

Go ahead take a look.... Psalm 39

I know, right? Raw. But in a good way. I just read it this evening as I sat here drinking my tea after a good evening of words flowing over  "White lightning" and "Damnation" beer. Onion rings with a side of chocolate moose. I spent most of my day alone, plugged in while praying as I hammered, climbed and pruned at tall giants conversing... asking, "what's next?" Lyrics floated through my head joining with various verses and lines. 

 My thoughts have been feeling selfish and material driven lately, a constant knot in my stomach about things...like bills...( "The norm"). If you know me, you'd know I can't stand the thought of money or pointless materialistic things. And yet I own far to many clothes, care way to much about my style. Always cautious yet rather careless with the way I handle numbers... I am very disorganized. However my thoughts still stand the same...I am simply not a lover of money. I am a lover of people.  I am however trying to respect it more...If that makes any sense what so ever. I am again... trying, like always, to down grade.

⁶ We are merely moving shadows,
      and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
   We heap up wealth,
      not knowing who will spend it.
 ⁷ And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
      My only hope is in you.

I mean, think about it. Constantly moving, moving, moving to get things done to save money, to spend money, to gain wealth and happiness to "prepare", "excel" while we are on this earth...The saying does go though, "You can't take it with you". It's true. Happiness is temporary, joy is everlasting...It is eternal, just like Him.


⁴ “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
      Remind me that my days are numbered—
      how fleeting my life is.
 ⁵ You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
      My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
      at best, each of us is but a breath.”

With fresh air in my lungs and Douglas Fir dust in my eyes...balls, I was joyed. To do something among these many blessings where I have currently been called to be apart of. It's a pretty neat place to be. 
If you had walked by me as I worked you might mistaken my loneliness as an imaginary friend. I talked a lot, but I also listened, A LOT. I found a few answers... I also found that gravity is a silly yet intense thing...we'll just leave it at that.


As I walked around the grounds today, I had a song flowing out of my heart and off my lips, Eternal.


I have been enjoying the subtle reminders...