back from nepal and greeted by kolkata rain?...its cool, calming, refreshing even. the warmest of welcomes from our city of joy. i really am so glad to be home.
spent the last week in nepal introducing our servant team to our asia cousins to the north. always a sweet time to be with dear friends, always mind blowing to see the himalayas...always mouth watering to eat the sacred cow(unashamedly as many times as possible in a week's span)

as i reflect on a busy month's worth of life, there's a lot of thoughts jumbled, mixed, bound together. still battling busyness and space, anxiety with deep seeded peace, and how to love in the midst of so much ache and dispair...so at the closing of another month i'll leave you with a few foot trails written through the month, following me right down into the days ahead...may god have mercy as we journey on.

...New things, olden aged creation. prophecy stands waiting on the page. neatly arranged. look about and see-what goodness, found in deed. can make my feet unbound. in Kingdom blood, i can still become what was meant when life's first breath was placed.
New creation. here and now. stark harsh. life gleams below. now turn your ear, lets hear this story, one more time.
New creation. here and now. find passage through this heart of mine and lets remake the world.


...Layers peeled back. Expose. Somthing new. Unmake. Unmade. face of pure. Delighted in me. I've found You. Undone. Rebound. Renewed. Enjoy. Rejoice. Resounds in walls where worship finds center.
And peace results.
And body is broken. Blood still spilt.
And life restitched, made new. Needles pierce a patchwork canvas, unraveled. Mossaic's found a place among the poor. Heavy thought, pursued hope. Sorting through creation. snapshots of life unposed. Rake through the rubble, so much value in the upchurned story. Good intentions, a life poured out. Meaning of a ticket, entry into paradise. Salvations left to question. Its my Father's world, watch it take shape. swell and fall. rushing tide. Unbound. Retied.
Watch it take leave. and see reborn the Hand of God....

...Sitting, waiting, wanting to find peace. fully alive is my prayer. to thrive make life survive? there's more to this call to love. City of Joy, how do i hold you?
How do i welcome you
slap back
turn your face
stab in the back
hold your hand, by my side
i'm still unsure how to find my life...
i've heard it said...but still, i'm wondering how to love.