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God and the Waves

God and the waves



Predictable patterns within incredible unpredictability.

Each wave different, unique.

Each move of God different, unique.

Crashing waves roll in, never ceasing.

Listen for the pounding presence

A whisper, a roar

Overwhelming and powerful.

The awing invitation

Filled with life and deep things unknown

Draws me to put toes in the surf.

But I want to know, and cannot fully, despite my longing.

The shallow shores sparkle and sway.

And deep depths carry towards freedom.

Fully dependent on the wave, on His movement.

To wade or dive…a decision to make,

An invitation to accept.

Now Found Blog Poetry

Living the Seasons

I am the Autumn

The leaves, some red, some gold

Others fallen and brown

Those reminiscent of times gone

Lessons learned

And fruit grown from a life well-lived

Now for others to glean, to be nourished

The wind blows and scatters what I’ve grown,

No longer to my benefit, but to nameless others

I do not fear the winter, although the cold will catch me bare

I see my Autumn leads into another’s Spring


I am Winter, often feared, occasionally not

By those rare few who have walked the narrow path

The cold air invites others to slow, to pause, to stop in the usual turmoil

They appreciate the warmth like never before, curled in blankets

The grey-blue sky is seen through my stripped branches

I don’t hide behind the colors, the distraction, the beauty

I am bare and seen, crisp

My bleakness is merely testament to a new thing

Soon to arrive


I am Spring, new and fresh and full of naïveté

My leaves are brilliant green, my buds bright and full

The cool winds dwindle more each day

And each moment I long more for the warmth

Of the next

With vigor and passion I look forward

No need to look back, I press on

Nourishing rains, a warm sun all propel me

Towards destiny


I am Summer, zealous with bone-deep warmth

Leaves still green, though less lush

And buds fainting, yet I move, move

Even in the stillness of overwhelming heat

And stale atmosphere,

I soak in the sun,

No in-betweens here…

I am sapped of strength in the hot rays

But I cannot be stopped in my season.

Now Found Blog Poetry


Water pouring into glass

There is a cup called “Enough”

And I pour myself all in…

All my abilities and dreams

All that I am and all that I have

But it’s sorely short of filling this cup

It’s just. not. enough.


Until He pours His plenty into my not enough

And suddenly my sorely lacking

Is overflowing abundance

What once was short of able

Is now fully capable

My lack plus His plenty

Is now…more than enough.


I no longer have to feign independence

But can boldly proclaim…He is sufficient.

Now Found Blog Poetry

Surrender All To Me

Roadway, low horizon, mountains, clouded sky, "Near (Grand) Teton National Park."

Today’s post is by Summer Hoover, a guest contributor and dear friend, full of wisdom.  This particular poem has touched me deeply and challenged me to closely examine what I may be holding onto that needs to be released to God.  I know it will bless you today!  


After a lifetime of living in neutrality,

The King took control.

Suddenly she was asked to take her steps in faith.

He asked her to give Him everything.

“Have faith in me, my child.

I will fulfill your every need,

Just have faith in me.”


“I will, my King.

I will. I’ll give you everything.

I’ll give you my work,

My mind,

My will,

But I’m sorry…I can’t give you this.

You see, this is something

That has protected me.

It has shielded my heart from hurt and despair.

So let me keep just this one thing.”


“I’m sorry, my child,” her King said through tears,

“I’m afraid I can’t let you keep that.

I know it has protected you,

But that was in the past.

I know it has kept you safe

But that safety will never last.”


“Oh, but it will,” she persisted,

“I promise it will.

It won’t interfere with your plans.

You won’t even notice I still have it.

Once you provide me with the one thing I long for,

This thing will simply disappear.

I promise I will let it go.

I just can’t do that right now.”


“My darling, you must.

Please, try to understand.

The one thing you long for

I desire to give you.

But you cannot wrap your arms around love,

If you’re holding on to this too.

Please give it to me and I promise

I will guard you.”


“But, how can I, Father?” she questioned

As her eyes filled with tears,

“I’ve lived with it for so long,

I’m afraid I will feel so incomplete.

How can you ask me to give this up

And lay it at your feet?”


“I ask you because I know

All that the future will bring.

And this one burden

Will only keep you from my blessings.”


“But, I’m so afraid, Father.

I’m so afraid,”

She cried, quietly, barely able to speak.


“Do not be afraid.

I am with you,”

He whispered as He kissed her cheek.


With one long and deep breath,

She slowly looked down at her hands

That for so long had been clinched.

Her body trembled

And her chin quivered,

While tears rolled down her face.


Her Father and King

Wrapped his arms around her quivering body

“It’s okay, my precious child,

It’s okay.

I know you are afraid,

But have faith in me.

Surrender all and enter my safety.”


He lifted her chin

And looked deeply into her eyes.

“I love you,” He said softly,

“I love you more than you will ever know.

Please understand

You must let this go.”


Slowly she stretched out her arms

And looked down at her hands

And one by one lifted the fingers

That had held onto the past.


With a trembling voice and a hopeful heart, she said,

“Father, please take it.

I don’t want to hide anymore.”


“Thank you, my child,

Thank you for your faith.

I will take this far from here

For it is no longer your concern.”


And with the lightest touch,

Her King removed the past

And placed it with the other burdens

Of the life she had left.


A sigh of relief came over her

One like she had never known before.


“What is this that I am feeling, Father?”

She asked Him with wonder in her eyes.


“That, my precious, is new life.

It is the freedom that comes

From depending on me.

It is the hope you encounter

When you see what I see.”


“Why have I never felt this before?”


“Because you gave me your works.

You gave me your mind.

You gave me your will,

But you left one thing behind.

But, now you are a new creation

For you have given everything.

Now you live by faith, not by fear.

And, you see the world as a new place

When you

Surrender all to me.”


Summer Hoover pic

Summer Hoover is proud to be a military wife to her wonderful and supportive husband, Jason.  They have two beautiful children who have inspired her to pursue her passion for discovering beauty in unexpected places as a natural light portrait photographer.  Whether she is home-schooling her children, speaking, writing or simply having coffee with a friend, passion for living fully in that moment best defines her style and rule of life.



Now Found Blog Poetry

The Stillness Grey

Tompkins Sq. Park

Fallen leaves embrace dark corners outside the ground floor.
Pushed aside, off the trail; product of a few, fenced trees.
They are left to be forgotten amidst a concrete and civilized world
Until carried away by the promised rain.
Layers of dust removed; purity replaces former adulteration
Penetrating even the most shadowed spaces,
As living waters scatter all dead.
Solace remains, leaving only the stillness grey.

She recalls her forgone, hurried days,
Bearing burdens too heavy,
With corners of life un-swept,
At last halted in the foothills of dark soil,
Crisp air, with Flatirons in view.
Then, inviting her coming rain and sanctification.
In thoughtful retrospection of once swaying days
She mourns years lost for ignorance of the stillness grey.

Unaware of acute observation,
They hurry to go slow.
Willing captives behind the glass, noosed with neckties,
Bear minds bent on capital gain and vocational pursuits.
In attempted control of a concrete world
They assure accuracy and diligence in the void.
Lost in the deception of formula;
Blind to the stillness grey.

She dwells in the rain;
Her silent grey retreat of flowing tranquility.
Sodden, she gazes through concrete and glass.
Hand held out now, turning in the rain.
Cupping and releasing droplets.
She watches the rushing onslaught
Behind the glass where droplets stop.
She then breathes the stillness grey.


I wrote this poem in a college poetry class, where I learned that I LOVE to write poetry. It’s been ten years since I put this piece to paper, but this message behind a young woman discovering her identity, no longer defined by her past, is still vibrant and living in my heart! My prayer for you today is that you will set aside what compartment your past may try to stuff you in, and instead look to Jesus, in the stillness listen for Him to give you the definition of who you are to Him!

I’ve just finished writing a book called Refining Identity, a Bible study that takes a look at what DOES and what DOES NOT define us. I’m in the process of having this resource published and I want to invite you to partner with me to see this book come to life! Please visit HERE for more information on this book that is my heart’s message and how you can be involved! God bless!

(And, for those of you who are scratching your heads wondering…the Flatirons are a section of the Rocky Mountains overlooking Boulder, CO.  I spent a few years in the Denver area and had one particularly life-changing moment, meeting with God in the stillness on those foothills.)

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