I had planned to post another poem this week. Like a lot of you, time is at a premium as the season of holidays approaches. Posting a previously written poem was the answer to my time crunch. No introduction necessary. Just copy, paste and post. Done, until next Friday.

So what changed my mind? Why am I awake, well past my bedtime on a work night, putting thoughts out there into that “cloud” I’ve heard about, but never seen, and certainly don’t understand?

I know I’m not the only one with thoughts of refugees, terrorists, political agendas, ideologies, pain, suffering, death, and grief on my mind. My body can hardly rest on my clean and comfortable bed. My spirit, usually calmed by the regular and easy breathing of my husband as I fall asleep, is restless. But the point is NOT that we’re losing sleep!

I had a point – about 1,500 words worth. Problem was – every keystroke was influenced by what I’ve watched on television or heard on the radio over the past week. My thoughts and opinions were based on incomplete truths, delivered in sound bytes and video clips intended to influence my vote, not provide me with news.

I deleted all 1,500 words. And opened up the Psalms – hoping. Not for a new point, but for some peace and clarity as only one loved woman in a world where hate is in every headline.

I found it in Psalm 116-117.

There’s a way to recover my 1,500 words, but I’ll leave them out there in that “cloud” for the Lord to read. Psalm 116 starts out by telling me He hears my thoughts. You, on the other hand, don’t need another persuasive essay, however skilled the writing or powerful the point. (Trust me it was good!)

Read Psalm 116-117. The Word of the Lord says it better than I ever could.