House on the Rock

To the one whose existence stretches beyond time, could it be that your wisdom reaches beyond mine? To the one who brought the earth to life with just his voice - could it be that you already know the outcome of this choice? All-surpassing wisdom and knowledge you possess so why do I allow all my unknowns to cause me stress? Surely since you know all things, you know about this too. So father, guide me. Lead me please - I don't know what to do.

How do we praise when things look the same every day? When life never changes and routine straps us in and holds us back from breaking free? How do we sing a new song to the God who never changes? It looks like breathing in the splatter-painted sunsets and rolling clouds that tower like mountains draped along the modest midwest sky. It looks like the first spring flower and an army of believers singing hallelujah. It looks like coffee with a friend that God has faithfully found for you and it looks like the change to come back home. It looks like eggs in the dining hall - and I mean the rare days with real eggs - not the powdery bagged mysteries from mornings before. It looks like dolphin fins disrupting the surface of the waves at the exact moment you look toward the sea - like letters from grandma and classmates who pick up your plate because they care. It looks like dancing with the legs he gave you and laughing by the joy he brings. it looks like good books and summer nights and sn...