Monday, September 18, 2023


The world hangs suspended in the universe

Never colliding

Each day people die and new life begins

Never stopping

Leaves die brilliantly and fall each autumn

Always returning

Birds fly south and then north again

Never forgetting

And yet some say there is no God.

I found this little poem tucked away in one of my little notebooks. I wrote it in high school, and it was published in our school paper. I thought I might share it now. It encourages me to look back at the Father's faithfulness in my life - despite this daughter's fickle heart.