by Lisa Johnson
by Lisa Johnson
PLANT / YIELD / GLEAN (TANKA TRIPTYCH)
Plant
I used to believe
faith should move a Sycamore—
tiny seed planted.
Until I knelt uprooted,
beneath it—sheltering me.
Yield
I used to believe
yielding meant to give up my
plans—be used by God.
Could it be—more offering—
letting him love me, fully.
Glean
I used to believe
gleaning came at the corners—
leftovers, crumbs dropped.
Then Jesus gave the whole field
to hungry, thirsty strangers.
by Lisa Johnson
LISA JOHNSON
Lisa Miceli Johnson is a retired pastor’s wife, now a full-time "Lolly," the Italian grandmother, mentor, and writer. In the past few years, Lisa has dedicated herself to discovering rest, healthy rhythms, and healing through grief therapy and story work. She finds joy in creating in her kitchen, her garden, and in the quiet outside her home in the heart of the Bluegrass of Versailles, KY. She also loves sipping a hot cup of tea with honey and hearing all about your story. Connect on Instagram: @lisamicelijohnson.