Barbara Slater, my mother Her fingers crook now at the joint, swollen and unwell. But even though they ache and chafe they still cannot be still, a tender testimony to a history of easing life for others in her world. They tap upon a tabletop, thinking audibly, type heartbeats into keyboard words to pleat divisiveContinue reading “Helping Hands”
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Grateful for this Morning Hour
I thank you, Lord, for this morning hour, when you deign to come and sit with me, when you calm me by your Spirit’s power, and open my eyes so that I can see. Without you, days would just pass by, empty of meaning, empty of peace. But with you teaching my heart to fly,Continue reading “Grateful for this Morning Hour”
If Only!
If only every word I speak, each tone of voice, were only what I’ve heard from you! If only every action, in each sacred moment, were only that which pleases you! If only every step I take would move me forward with my eyes fixed just on you! If only I could grow in graceContinue reading “If Only!”
The Long Run
“The joy of the Lord is my strength.” And how does that work out? I’m tired, dragged down by all the brokenness: women scrounging far and wide for water, youth without a future, men distressed. Marriages are fragmented, replete with selfishness, misunderstanding, pain. Wars and crime make headlines every day. I cannot make it goContinue reading “The Long Run”
That Living Water!
Lord, may the rivers of living water flow from my heart! You are the source, the eternal spring – Spirit of Yahweh, to you I sing! Well up within me and fill my soul till it overflows and brings relief to this thirsty land, your mercy reaching through my open hand! Clean out my heartContinue reading “That Living Water!”
Blaze!
Across the bristling grasses and the breezy palm tree dance lies a long lagoon, all liquid, mirror for the sky’s expanse. Underneath a white-hot sun it becomes a brilliant blast and my eyelids squint to slivers letting just a glimmer past: just the essence of the power, just the outline of the heat, just impressionsContinue reading “Blaze!”
The Story God is Writing
It is only with time that pieces of the story have come together, and God’s fingerprints are all over it.
The Fellowship of the Living Ring
Her feet stomp right then to the left, from front to back and round again just like her sister leading the line just like her sisters following behind arms all swinging back and forth as if cutting ripe grain to bring in harvest, or now bent low they pump the air like shovels plunging intoContinue reading “The Fellowship of the Living Ring”
Nomad
Nomads that we’ve been, we will join the crowd of travelers (like Abraham and Sarah) who have seen God at work. Just read Hebrews 11!
About Asking and Receiving
Like your disciples on that day between your murder and your return to life I wait, longing to see what you have promised. You said that, if I would just believe even a little tiny bit I could make a mountain move, I would receive from your loving hand what I am begging for. SoContinue reading “About Asking and Receiving”
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