Sitting outside, I watch my rainbow eat pancakes next to her big wheel…a simple pleasure to observe her phenomenal beauty and innocence.

She doesn’t know the agony accompanying adulthood. She just enjoys her pancakes while the birds serenade us.

The birds don’t worry. The Father provides for them.

Didn’t Jesus say how much more would He provide for me?

I sit outside freely, but chains envelop my insides.

I am in bondage to debt, to lust, to pride.

My rainbow doesn’t know about these things.

Lord, I need freedom. For real.

Provide a breakthrough.

Touch my heart, my mind, my body.

Restore.

…

“Mommy, a birdie!”

“I got some pickled peppers, Mommy!” aka weeds from the lawn since I need to mow.

The grass grows, then gets cut down and scatters to and fro.

The flowers don’t fret about the rain or getting kissed by bees and butterflies. They just grow.

Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry.

Live like the flowers, the grass, the birds.

Nothing I can do about tomorrow…

or what he will do about the house…

or about my 10K credit card madness…

or if my test comes out negative…

at least not today.

Just live, Lizzy.

Your rainbow smiles at you.

EKG 10/1/18