And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.” And he replied:“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.” I…
Are you a hot mess? A broken soul? Ruined and a wreck? Check, check, and check- all in the past two weeks, I’ve been. But there is a balm in Gilead. There is a poem for that, as your ruin falls. But I am not a poet and—if haiku and limericks are excepted—I do know it….
Would you rather listen? Here’s that link to the Keep On With Abigail Wallace podcast. I’m not good at letting go. Sometimes I hold on to dreams that aren’t God’s plan for me. For better and for worse, I am the bee—the busy bee that won’t rest until it extracts sweet nectar from every flower….
I had my plans. But here I was again as they fell apart, getting bent out of shape, buzzing like the bee, That booms against the window-pane for hours Thinking that the way to reach the laden flowers My laden flowers? A few quiet hours alone with my man on Friday night. That was my…