Resentments (a poem)

Sitting.  Fingers frozen, tapping on my laptop with birds really chirping! A cacophony of praise to the Holy One. The wonder of it. Sun shining. Blessed, I am conscious of my dirty heart. So often resentful, feeling left out or uninvited to the party. (I’m starting to think Facebook isn’t good for my soul) and He…

What do you think about the most?

In reality, the things of God are not on my mind most of the time.  Just when I think I’ve got the material world beaten, I get sidetracked.  Life is full of opportunities to dwell and fixate on things that keep our mind captivated and not thinking about God. I am not immune to wondering…