Prayer Like Waves

I’ve been crying out to you, my Lord, my Father, my King, over and over and over, my prayers like waves rolling in to crash and humbly recede into the mass of other currents, a myriad of prayers. This one overwhelming longing keeps roiling in, longing, hoping. I bring it before you, daily, begging forContinue reading “Prayer Like Waves”

So Many “Buts,” and Yet . . .

Insignificant, but she’d been chosen! Just a girl, but “highly favored”! Not yet married, but soon a mother! Never slept with a man, but now pregnant! Thoughts kept swirling but one was recurring: Elizabeth was married but had always been barren Until now, the angel said – but could it be? The journey was longContinue reading “So Many “Buts,” and Yet . . .”

Picture Her Emerging!

Picture her emerging wrung-out soul new-bodied whole entering Light breathing Air strong delicious free strong sustaining oxygen-hunger left behind with shrinking bones and all the long weakness long waiting She lifts hands high (no more trembling) laughing voice full of strength and song tripling joy song rippling She’s running meeting loved ones painted indelibly inContinue reading “Picture Her Emerging!”

The Forest Dance

White bark peeling but holding on, the birches spike high into the sky, into the blue, craving sunlight. The pines do too, brown bark firm, graciously extending multiple arms fringed with green lace to hug their neighbors. The birches’ golding leaves whisper gratitude as wind incites community dance. Breath of heaven, may we respond thisContinue reading “The Forest Dance”

Drenched but Keeping On

Somber clouds seemed to be on the horizon, but suddenly they spread overhead and the sky was weeping. Unprepared, I was still two miles from my goal, the cabin across the lake. No umbrella. No hood. Forty-eight-degree-Fahrenheit water was chilling my head and shoulders, soaking through jacket and jeans, leaving pearly droplets all over myContinue reading “Drenched but Keeping On”

This Momentary Mist

Powdery mist lifts off dark waters as the sun calls out from the lake’s far end, beckoning morning to begin. The translucent clouds obey, heading east then gradually vanishing into the light, having finished their course. I am like these vapors, called to come by the Son, made to live this moment where I am.Continue reading “This Momentary Mist”