Our Contentment in the Mess

We want it to be pretty

Our life a witness to success

We grumble with the curveballs

“Why me?!” our cries profess. 

We want it to be easy

Routines void of any stress.

We crumble at the hurdles

Wanting answers, not a guess.

We want it to feel safe

Where fear does not possess. 

Running from the worries

We doubt and we obsess.  

And as the enemy stirs the pot

In hopes we would regress

Jesus lifts the lid

Adding contentment to the mess. 

Our trust in Him outweighs

All the doubt that we profess

For Jesus is the answer! 

Our stillness in the mess. 

So in every situation

Lean on the One…He’s our yes.  

You see, He’s the only answer

To find peace in all this mess.  

~ tmccabe, 2022

Pay Attention

Pay attention to the whispers.

Lean in close to hear His voice.

For what you do when He’s spoken

Is up to you, it’s your choice.

Pay attention to the nudges

Grasp those proddings with both hands.

He’s leading you to do great things

Simply follow His commands.

Pay attention to the happenstance

Moments that surprise and amaze.

God is working, in His time

His master plan for all our days.

Pay attention to the simple joys

A part of His tapestry

He weaves His love throughout our lives

Always good to you and me.

Pay attention to the suffering

This is when He draws us close.

For even in the empty

He’s the one who loves us most.

Pay attention to all His glory!

Worship Him and Bow down.

Giving thanks in all things

As our days go round and round.

His love will never fail

We live in apprehension

Of sitting by His side one day

So thankful we paid attention.

~ tmccabe, 2022

A Sentry Fallen

 

It always stood on guard

A sentry on the farm.

In all it’s majesty

It held its own sweet charm.

Providing shade in the heat,

Cotton floating in the breeze,

A home for many critters,

This was the tree of all the trees.

A century it saw

Seasons come and seasons go

Generations passed by its trunk

All in life’s ebb and flow.

And as I recognized its splendor

Not knowing it would soon be gone.

It faced its final storm last night

Smoldering slowly into the dawn.

For it’s more than just a tree

It saw our lives unfold.

Tucking away the memories

Of the young and the old.