My Lament

I long for a place to worship Lord

I think as I walk under the birds singing high in the trees

I long for community Lord

I cry as I ride alone to gather cattle for another move

I feel so lonely out here Lord

I ache as I watch the beauty of another storm roll in

I can’t hear you. Let me know you’re here

I ask as I ride another circle on my filly whose heart of trust has brought me to tears. She’s taught me so much about myself.

Use me Lord

I long for as I dish our another snack and change a diaper for the upteenth time and answer the 110th question of the day and teach pronouns and help find the book of Psalms and break up a fight and listen to another Bible song and open the Playdoh and dry the tears and start the dryer for the 3rd time and teach deep breaths while I’m loosing my own…

Use me Lord! But use me!

I pray all these things with my head down. Missing it. The birds singing their worship. The trees teach about the lessons of seasons. The storms that are easy to admire yet demand our respect. The