A place of my own
I love this place
Will you place the glass on the coaster, please
What place are you talking about? … I’m not from around here
I know the place. I grew up there. I love it and now I’m missing it.
The place where my heart grows
The place where I feel safe
The safe place
The beautiful place
The place I can call my own
Place your fingers on the screen. Hold still. The machine will take a photo of your fingerprints. You will have to wait a moment to make sure the results are readable. You may have to do it again.
Place your test face-down on my desk and leave the room quietly.
Place the hot, boiled eggs in ice water and peel them while they are soaking …
Place your butt in the chair and start writing. That’s how you do it.
But, if you place your trust in Jesus Christ, all will be well. And that’s not as easy as it sounds. That’s the hardest of all places to be, because you give up control of your life. Can any human, breathing, yearning, dreaming, give up control of the most precious gift they have?
It’s not a destination. It’s a journey. It’s a practice, like piano, dance, karate, math, writing, proper breathing … You never arrive. You just keep doing it, getting better some days, falling behind on other days.
Practice Placing …
(Please, ignore the crazy error message that comes up when you try to leave me a note. I’ll get it.)