sitting

Sunday, November 10, 2013 (6:22 a.m.)

Blessed Father God,

I have nothing to say. The sky was absolutely beautiful. Enough to gasp, go outside barefooted and gaze. And still I have nothing.

Where are the words? The appreciation. The praise. Search me Father. Find what will please You.

(6:52 a.m.)

Still I sit. Silent. Searching. Seeking. Scowling. Smiling.

Smiling only because I've been told it improves our outlooks.