I’m shaking with cold this windy morning…
Or jittering from lack of sleep.
The sun is hiding behind east mountain.
The door grinds as I let the dog out.
I’m too far tired to yawn.
Pacing will make the floor creak
And wake the others up.
I feel like pacing and chanting:
Anchorage, Boise, Cincinnati, Denver,
Evanston, Ft. Collins, G…G…what
City begins with G…?
Don and Carolyn got their mission call yesterday:
Our papers go in next week.
I would not want to get Detroit.
I would not want China, Africa, the Philippines…
Oh, Lord, I will go where I am called,
But I am nervous and fearful.
You have said, “Be not fearful, but believing.”
I reach for faith, but it sidesteps.
How did it get so slippery?
The day are not bad…busy times with
Housework, apples to dry, family;
But at night the fears float like cobwebs,
Silent and wispy to wrap around my head.
I rub my eyes and scrub at my face.
I feel like pacing and chanting…
But I’m stuck on G.