Still

Well, we've come to the last Wednesday of March - our impending move is now just under 3 months away! Gulp!!

I just have to say, God is so good. I love how patient He is with His children, and how He takes the time to teach us about Himself. I've been working through a lot of spiritual thoughts and emotions lately, mostly due to all the stress of trying to sell our house, etc. (as you well know, since that's been inspiring many all of my poems lately!).

Thankfully, I feel like I'm finally "getting it." The truth of who God is, and who I am in Him, and who He is to us as His children is truly starting to sink into the deepest places of my heart--places that I never even realized I had closed off to Him! I'm starting to see just how at arm's length I've been keeping the Lord - and how much that's been stunting my spiritual growth. There is so much more to learn, I know--but today, I'm incredibly thankful for what He's already taught me . . . and I look forward to learning more!

So, with that in mind, here's today's little poem:

Still

Deep cauldron of rest,

Look to sky, and happily--

I surrender all.

The Sound of Silence

Well, as we come to this week's Haiku, I must confess that my mind has been consumed with all things real estate related. Aaron and I've been nearly killing ourselves to get our home ready to put on the market . . . and now that it is? Well, nothing. Silence.

Actually, that's not entirely true. We have been receiving abundant harassing, annoying phone calls from realtors, looking to capitalize on fear and this depressed market by trying to lure me into listing the home with them rather than going the "by owner" route. It's SO annoying! Last time around, our little townhouse sold within about 48 hours, so dealing with these daily phone calls is new territory for me. It may be a long 2-3 months . . . !

With that background in mind, here's today's poem. Hope you are enjoying the lovely warm weather, and surviving the pollen!

The Sound of Silence

Balanced on the edge,

I listen as the pin drops--

The sound of silence.

Chance

Well, these weeks just continue to fly by (do I say that every week??). And each week is a reminder that we are creeping ever-closer to the top of this roller coaster . . . you know that feeling?? Where they're bringing you s-l-o-w-l-y to the top of the huge drop off? And then you kind of teeter there for a couple of seconds, directly at the top, ready to roll. That's how this impending move feels to me.

And this has been a big week--our house has gone "live" and is officially on the market!! Granted, we still need to get that "For Sale" sign out in front (details, hmph!), but our ad is online on numerous real estate websites now. Ahhh!! Scary, exciting, and nauseating, all at the same time.

So today's poem is motivated by this circumstance--and more so by all of the naysayers who constantly feel the need to remind me that today's real estate market is--for lack of a better term--crap. Um, thanks for that reminder! At any rate, it gets SO tiring to hear the constant barrage of negativity. Thankfully, I happen to know the Creator of the Universe--so I think we're good :-). Even still, this whole process is going to be a huge faith-tester and faith-booster, and I am trusting in the Lord to do something great here!

So with that in mind, here ya go:

Chance

The house always wins?

Wait quietly for the LORD--

Close the yapping mouth.

Desert Mind

Hello, all - goodness, am I ever a delinquent blogger. Not only have I not contributed something else substantial to this blog, I haven't even blogged on my personal blog in nearly two weeks! In reflecting on this year so far and all that is to come in the next 6 months, I'm realizing that perhaps this wasn't the best year to try and challenge myself to write more . . . I'm doing well to stay above water right now!

And it's in that vein that this Haiku gleans "inspiration"--if you can call it that. Rather, it comes from a lack of inspiration--to write anything at all. Ugh. Last night, I had a To Do list with 6 things on it--want to know how many of those things I accomplished? None. And the thing is, I didn't even care. I sat on the couch and watched Bridget Jones' Diary. And I loved every second of it. I am in "get 'er done" mode rebellion :-).

So, with that in mind, here's today's hopelessly uninspired poem:

Desert Mind

Cobwebs for a brain,

Lost in abyss of details--

Fresh out of ideas.