The traps are there silent smooth slippery sand lurking in my stomping grounds waiting for that moment when (tired, stressed, stumbling) I forget to watch so I slide down that slope into disaster I let life take over busy pushing hard to meet my goals eyes distracted by the rocks obstacles I could climb overContinue reading “Slippery Sand”
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He Split the Confines of Their Box
His kindness overwhelmed them from the start: the way he chose his students, hearts that yearned for meaning beyond fishing nets or taxes; welcoming the seventy, both genders, to his company— the way he broke the rules that kept the stranger snubbed and minimized, and crushed the prejudice that said a woman should not learn,Continue reading “He Split the Confines of Their Box”
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!”
What He Wants!
every weakness self-pity selfishness laziness procrastination opportunities lost hurts inflicted back-stabbing shaming ungracious picky hateful oozing wounds misunderstood betrayed minimized maligned ignored soul suffering lonely depressed battered deceived undressed all fell on him the crushing weight of meanness corruption pain despair thank you seems so small to say so minimal against the mass of griefContinue reading “What He Wants!”
Learning Mercy
God with us, full of grace, full of truth, you are who I long for! I yearn to be like you at long last. You’re changing me, curing me of sin and selfishness. You taught me service, then sent me to my sister’s side, to simply be there, waiting to serve her any way sheContinue reading “Learning Mercy”
Yearning to Be Filled
Yearning to be filled, filled up to capacity to the full measure of God’s own fullness — possible? to be filled like the ocean, deep, with its waters reaching always heavenward, splashing to the shore — possible? to be filled like the skies, air and clouds all rising higher and the glory of the sunlightContinue reading “Yearning to Be Filled”
Imperfect Me
Heart stripped bare, imperfections revealed, shown up for who I am: incomplete, lacking essential knowledge of certain skills — this is who I am. Once again the flares of burns still hurting, of my yielding to the scam the Enemy wields, hacking the dream footage of doing your will— they shake up who I am.Continue reading “Imperfect Me”
Mourning
A groan, the wrenching sound of a heart torn out, shredded… arms lifted skyward in the still of night, begging… tears pumped profusely from 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 amContinue reading “Mourning”
That Day He Took Control
Frustrated with my habit of sliding two steps off the path, and always hiding the fact that no matter how hard I tried, I was not faithfully following you, I finally let tears come and wash away doubt: I knew on my own I could not figure out what walking with you was really about.Continue reading “That Day He Took Control”
War, and the Place of Protection
Living inside Your love I move within a world protected not that I am never wounded but that you keep me safe from ultimate harm from all malignant and pernicious evil inside the loving kindness of your heart I’m held where goodness is my atmosphere, your tenderness the song that plays incessantly and heals me,Continue reading “War, and the Place of Protection”
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