The Lord is my Tender Father.
I can’t think of a single need.
He lets me sit on my patio, sip coffee, watch birds, and seaplanes overhead.
I listen to the city and look at the Western hemlocks.
He gives my life meaning, and I know that I belong.
He helps me trust my friends,
and when I do, his name shines.
Be it in Georgia, England, Nevada, or Washington,
I am not coming unglued, because You stay with me;
You’ve provided a 10’ table of tacos, elote, chunky guacamole,
And IPA from Ballard. I belly-laugh with my friends.
My enemies know that I’ve moved on, am happy,
and wish them well. I smile because I am healed.
Sweat drips from my head like oil, finishing my second lap at Discovery Park, and I have a family to whom I come home.
The kindness of God confronts me, and the Love of God strengthens me every single day of my life.
I will dwell with my Abba until times runs out and then again.