I was a vocal music major in college, but did not write many songs. Of those I wrote, I remember few. But of those I remember, this one is probably my favorite. And yes, I know this is the age of YouTube, so there should be a video, but I want to present the lyrics here as a poem. I love words, and I love the physical placement, grouping, and isolation, of words in poems. Not sure about the way I’ve handled the placement here, but the words still encourage me on those dark days.
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I’d really rather grow like a squash. (more…)

When I was younger, there were days that I was convinced that I could be the world’s best lawn mower, a mathematical genius, a world-class athlete, a truly great husband, or any number of other things. Yes, I said “world’s best lawn mower,” really. I was very conscientious and hard-working, and that translated into well-mown lawns for my family and for my grandmothers. (more…)

Some things become part of your past. Others seem stuck forever in your future. Still others show up in the here-and-now, only to reveal themselves to be different from what you thought they would be. My posts on Lost Things almost took the name Given Up Things instead (and I still like the acronym GUT), because each of these things represents something that used to be an expectation, but now may be only a hope, or even a concession, and each of these has been “given up” to God in prayer.