I struggled to get up today. Life is really hard some times. When you wake up on cartoon day And the speakers sit silently. I had a rough time with coffee. My dishes were waiting alone. There was nobody here but me. Nobody near to share a meal. I washed dishes one or two times. I straightened the countertop stuff. I prepped broth as I do sometimes Then I finally sat to write. The words flow like holy water and I see the Spirit at work. Tears stop about my dear daughter and I see God at work through me. I do not understand how it works
I wrote this poem last week on a day set aside to write my sermon. I really had a very difficult time sitting down to draft my sermon. It was incredibly hard, but when I finally focused, things went really well. The last line is one of the greatest understatements I have ever written.
I really don’t understand how God works through and in me some days. I wake up feeling miserable and worthless. I sit to write with the simple goal of doing my best: I want to use the talents I have to help make the world a better place despite my own feelings. Somehow it works. It flabbergasts me.