One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Imperfect



A little bit misshapen,
But useful all the same –
A dishcloth that’s a few threads short
Of stitched and crafted fame.

It doesn’t fret about its shape
Or grieve for what it’s not.
It strokes away the messy food and
Swims the water hot.

Like me, it isn’t perfect;
It breathes an humble air,
But Loved by its Creator,

It doesn’t have a care.
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