Yesterday was a fascinating day at work. All the students were doing standardized testing and I was stationed in the library. Toward the end of the day, I went in search of the librarian so I could check out a biography about photographer Diane Arbus. Both of us were new to the school this year and this was the first chance I had to talk with her. We struck up a conversation and I was completely transfixed for the next 30 minutes.

Taste and See that the Lord is Good. Seeing the goodness and kindness of God. When my children were little, we used to frequent a park where they could run free and I could sit and talk with my friend, uninterrupted, for a few minutes. Never really taking my eye off of them, they would play without a care in the world. I believe that the Lord created us with the need to be seen.

Though bitter when it starts to fade. My endless boys and rejections. They get a taste of red. The sea from the saltiest star. Am I a part of its lair. Down right from the depths of his heart. Some days around his tongue. Some days around his touch. Some days around his sorrow. Some days around the gun. I found that house of mine.

My experiences riding a tandem bike this past summer have parallels to my walk with God. Life is a journey, God is my guide; we travel safely together, side by side. The mom continued chatting, finishing her conversation.