Wait, he said. When it is the right time we will see with our eyes what he has planned, wonders in answer to prayer. Ask, he said. Always be faithful in prayer,aching hearts pleading for mercy,allowing him to do his good work.Amazed, we will yet see his wisdom.Intercede, he said.Invite him to intervenein the heartsContinue reading “Wait and See”
Category Archives: reflection
To Shine with Power!
This gargantuan ball we call Earth twirls on its axis, never stopping. I’m glued to my point on its surface, watching as we leave the dark outer universe and swing slowly, gently into sunlight. Granulated gray cloud masses suddenly have rose underbellies—no! Now they’ve turned to neon gold!There was a star riding tangentto the crescentContinue reading “To Shine with Power!”
The Gift of this Gray Day
Rain slips through the forest while birch leaves whisper and earth drinks in sustenance. God made this day too! Gray skies absorb the sunshine to share mild light with the calm white lake. The rusty leaf carpeton the forest floorsips blessing as it diesand younger leaves yellowthen swirl gracefully downlike silent charmsto nest and restContinue reading “The Gift of this Gray Day”
Right Through to the Heart
It’s the Word that cuts right through to the quick to the heart of the matter through tough scar tissue and cataract blindness so thatsuddenly the light shines inhealing abscessed recesseswaking somnolent brain cellspouring nourishment into the souland thenexclamations of awerecognition of truthdelight in the intricate planwith its certainty of rescuewhen heardfor the very firstContinue reading “Right Through to the Heart”
Psalm on Mean Street
LORD, you guide me into right pathways, chosen for me, leading me home. You said it. I believe it. But LORD, these are mean streets. The other travelers form cliques, gossip, unnerve me. And you mentioned level paths;there are potholes here, jagged and deep.They laugh when I fall.Tell them off, LORD — they are disgracingContinue reading “Psalm on Mean Street”
My Tent of Meeting
This is my “tent of meeting” where you meet with me. No pillar of cloud necessary because you live in me. This tent is a protected space where I pour out my heart and listen as you respond. Moses needed time with you,then left to do your work.Joshua was being prepared;he stayed there, meditatingand listeningContinue reading “My Tent of Meeting”
Like a Weaned Child
Your heartbeat spins the galaxies and pats my back to calm me. You are so good, and true, and I am loved by you. Compassion is the constantinstantoutflow of your heartin perfect syncwith wisdom,beyond myopic sight.I’m nesting here,the shufflinghush ofangel wings subduing other sound.This quietwithout answersis the peace that heals my wound.And yet your WordhangsContinue reading “Like a Weaned Child”
Where is God in This?
A groan, the wrenching sound of a heart torn out, shredded… arms lifted skyward in the still of night, begging…tears pumped profuselyfrom the soul,sodden…The future disintegrates.My crumpled dreams are thrown away.I’m a discarded quarry,scraped until I’m bare.Where are you???. . . . . . .Hush child! Be still.Know that I am God.I hold you close.MyContinue reading “Where is God in This?”
He is at Work
God stretches out his arm, his right hand goes to work, and what was meant for tragedy is tweaked and tuned to good. We cannot see ahead, we don’t know when or how a dangerous trap’s been set in place to frustrate, crush or kill, But since he holds the worldsecurely in his palms,he knows!Continue reading “He is at Work”
Radical Change After Pentecost
Extraordinary hyper-power pulsates inside this fragile jar. Its fried glass, splintered to a mosaic of prisms, splits the beams to violet, green and red (shocked with gold) and casts pictures through the night onto dark walls: images of glory, stained glass come alive and radiating metaphors: a king bathing slaves’ feetwhile a woman’s hairwipes hisContinue reading “Radical Change After Pentecost”
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