Breathe deeply today
Knowing the air rushing in
Will remind me of Your nearness
Jesus
Close as my own breath
Your Ru-ach Spirit
Not merely hovering over the chaos
But infusing
      indwelling
     incoming
     inspiring
Breathing out with abandon
Saying goodbye and relinquishing 
All the keeps me from You
Jesus
Less of me, more of You
Your Ru-ach Spirit
Going where it will
And exalting
      exuding
      expanding
      extending
Your Presence with me
Your Presence in me

I'm missing the world today
My old familiar life and the numbers I used to go by
5:29 alarm clock
Fitness shed with 12 women chirpy as the birds
22 minutes drive to work all worship and podcast filled
2 Starbucks lattes for me and my school BFF
56 chattering 13 year-olds, hall chats and jokes
80's cringe-worthy version of Oh Canada over the speakers
All before 9am
It's 9:25 now and living a whole new number system
2nd poem today
80th sit up
11 chapters of John
2nd coffee time
Gonna head upstairs and water my 72 window sprouts
This day 5 of the 2nd round of 14 days
I miss the old world
But welcome the possibility of a new way to count

I was honoured to be invited to speak at Glencairn Church (sister church to my home church WMB) a couple of weekends ago.  

It is a privilege to have been asked by Forward Church to facilitate their upcoming women's retreat day in October! I have found myself drawn into beautiful Scriptures and prayer exercises that help me to "Look Up"! I have been re-discovering how God first looks for me and pursues me, who He really is, his invitation for me "look up" and how that draws me to being more compassionate as I "look out" at the world. ​

Just put the finishing touches on the module I teach for this wonderful organization. I get to teach on spiritual rhythms and love being able to facilitate this day of teaching and retreat for these women leaders!

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A girl and her guy got married yesterday
They found the one their hearts each love
And soaking wet with the October rain
Scorning the cold and the wind
They warmed up the room with sloppy-wet love
Coiffed hair... done
Suit jacket... gone
Just a naked joy in being with their tribe
Who came to cheer and witness and raise a glass or two
Hopeful in the birth of another wee family
Wrapped cocoon-like in the terrycloth-warm moments

​Before grabbing suitcases and jacket
And venturing out on the soaked serpentine road
To their own unknowable future
Carrying the little love they have accumulated thus far
And trusting in the capital "L" Love that surrounds them
To saturate and fill and enmesh the two
Into one