
The Trouble with Plenty
When times are all rosy and life’s going grand, We think we’ve got everything right in our hand. We boast of our blessings. We sparkle.

When times are all rosy and life’s going grand, We think we’ve got everything right in our hand. We boast of our blessings. We sparkle.

The path up ahead is daunting, looking rocky and steep, While the shortcut seems smooth with a promise to keep. But the easy way whispers,

We all want what’s easy, that smooth, gentle ride, Where stories flow freely and words coincide. “But wait! Hold on. Writing shouldn’t be hard,” you

Lord, you spoke and the stars did a spectacular dance, They popped into place, and none of it was by chance. With power and flair

I once took a job for a dollar or two. My joy didn’t last, as such labors will do. The pay was okay, but I

I once heard a teacher, as teachers will do, Say, “Practice makes perfect,” but that wasn’t true. We know our sloppy methods, repeated with pride,

You dream of the stories your heart wants to tell, Of novels that sparkle and poems that swell. But when words won’t come and ideas

I woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes, And thought, “What a gift to see blue in the skies.” But then came

I thought my great story would sparkle and shine, With chapters that unfolded on my grand design. But God had a plot with a much

When life feels quite good, it’s easy to say, “I trust in the Lord every step of the way.” But when storms rumble and plans

When God whispers softly, “Will you obey?” Don’t hesitate. You should say yes right away. Each time you answer with faith, not with fear, You’ll

We live in a world where folks like to say, “I’m owed what I want, and I want it today.” We stomp and demand. We