Monday, May 03, 2010

morning prayer

Breakfast behind me, I return to my room, nervous and uncertain. I place my hands upon the keys—feel the wind though the window, hear the birds, the dogs, the motorcycles, sense the expectation in the air, in my body, in my spirit—and I wait.

Lord God, meet me here. In my quiet, in my typing, in my thinking, in my not-being-able-to-think. I invite—I implore—you to come.


Anonymous said...

yeah, your posting again. I always enjoy your writing
happy writing

Angela O

Lisa Biggs Crum said...

praying for you this week - May springs of living water flow from within you. John 7:37-38