“…and I wonder if maybe the best of my planning might be to go to sleep to my ideas; to nap while the kinks and knots are unfolded and untied; the ropes of self-sufficiency cast off this mental dock, and to allow the gentle rock and sway of an un-tethered boat lull me to rest under God’s lullaby of care.”
I dreamt last night that my husband, his mother and I were on the top floor of a parking garage watching a dirty tornado dip into the earth, followed by a huge orange, red and black fireball that tore its way across the
Eighteen lines later, old and not so old fears ranging from health to varying degrees of comfortable living definitively planted themselves in black and white on my pages. Now what? Now what do I do?
Expose them. Bring them to the light of God. Continue reading Lullaby of Care:Reflections on a Fears Inventory