Drenched in water too weighty to rise,
or balancing on a precipice above the current of the deep
out of reach, a prayer goes unanswered.
Elements floating, stirring, swirling into perfect harmony.
One move too soon and it may sink. So we wait.
Buoyant in stillness, peaceful in movement. Pure focus.
Flowing clarity is revealed in perfect time.
Photo: Morning on Lake Michigan, January 8, 2018
Not According to Plan 
Deb, I waited to comment until I had a quiet moment to thoroughly express the overwhelming peace and joy that flooded my heart as I read your description of “waiting.” Waiting, through your extraordinary post, has been transformed from problem to poetry. It is quiet and contemplative… it is a beautiful act of worship. I will never again see “waiting” as something to endure… but rather see it as something as beautiful as the anticipation of the dawn. Thank you! Your words continually transport me… and carry me into Abba’s presence! Love you, my talented and spirit-filled friend! ❤ ❤
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Lynn! I checked my reader for your posts and noticed I haven’t been receiving yours either. The good news is, I have several of your wonderful posts and paintings to catch up on! I also noticed that some of my comments hadn’t gone through to writers I follow so I must take greater care in keeping up with those who inspire and impact me– 🙂 A little extra effort is needed I guess to make sure important connections are indeed happening through this medium.
I will make my way back around to share how much your lessons and scriptural teaching mean to me. Who would have thought I’d find my Bible study through a blog. God surely knows His children. 😉 You are so special. Thank you so much for your continued encouragement. It seems to come at the perfect time. 🙂 Love you, Deb
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