Thoughts from an almost-spring walk

 red bird crosses

the gritty path downward

trodden heavy

laden mindless in a heart that knows

how to be mindful

in the forgotten


green things poking

through decay and crunchy

layers of bitter

winter wondering when

it ends

green things reaching



to the sun pulling

up through aching


lost in the wonder

worry and choking

fear and distrust I beg

for a remnant of the cross

I knew and faintly

remember promises of


and truth in

small, small places

I beg to see the cross again

I look

up and



Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? . . . No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:35, 37-39

10 thoughts on “Thoughts from an almost-spring walk

  1. What an amazing parade of holy thoughts in my in-box this morning. Amy, your gift reaches. I’m so blessed by this. So much so, I’m going to print it out and frame it. The birds, nature, and my own daily tango of surrender drew me into this post . . . forever.

    Thanks for putting you . . . and Him . . . out there for others to know. May God continue to pour over your pen.

  2. Beautifully redemptive. This is my favorite phrase: “truth in small, small places.” Yes, it is true. I look and find Him, Truth, in tiny details nestled into everyday grit.

    Thank you, Amy. And thank you also for visiting Graceful last week…so appreciate your comment there!

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