It has been ages since anything was posted it is time to revive the old keys and see if there is life left in this mission.  For today though, as it is late I am posting something I wrote a time ago after being asked about how I see God in my life.  Enjoy.

Footprints on My Soul

 God tiptoes in when I can be still and know, those moments of calm so rare amid the daily hubbub.  In pools of silence glassy reflections show feather light touches that gentle the spirit.

God slides in when I am not looking and is standing on second before I realize the ball’s in play.  The sudden stop leaves toe marks that wake and remind, this is important, pay attention, bring me home.

God skips in playfully when happiness abounds, laughing eyes and gleeful girl giggles.  Bounding rabbit tracks that glow with warmth and satisfaction spreading in circles like excited hugs.

God runs in the frantic activity that chases us daily.  Assisted by Anthony and Jude ever ready to repair and restore.  A dash that results in a path strewn with reminders that even though I forget, I am never forgotten.

God stomps in when I am oblivious, or just plain stubborn, causing crater like impressions that leave no doubt as to correct direction or path.

God dances in those moments of awe, sometimes the waltz of the Mass, ordered, constrained, yet soaring.  Sometimes a foxtrot that sets the heart thumping or swing that sends you flying, all leaving patterns that shape.

God stands in my life when I need to rest, when stability and solace require.  Those times I know I can’t go on and hope is a dim and distant feeling.  Not just marks this time, something solid to hang on to till I am on my feet once again.