Saturday morning.
Rainy and solo.
It’s Parkview and a pen.
Pancakes and cappuccino.
Pleasantly humid from the rain.
Morning jazz music with the sound of muffled voices.
This is pretty cool for me.
I take this time to read, write and reflect.
It’s perfect!
Psalm 3:3
But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
My glory, the One who lifts my head high.
We are never alone. In crowds, in courtships, even in conversations we may feel alone. Drifted from the “noise” but trying to keep grounded. These are the very moments that we can identify with scripture. He is all around me like a shield. It feels perfect. This is the way it should be. I am protected in His presence and peace. Continue reading




