When our hands are empty, fill them up, we pray— not too much, not too hearty a ration, or we may topple and then fall.You set the table in desert landsas well as on mountaintops.We need you!When poverty strips awayour access to foodit’s you we call!And you come, Father, to your kidsand feed them withContinue reading “Just What We Need”
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Morning Thank-yous
Thank you for green filaments waving in the breeze on this hot day, for silver sunlight filtered through gray overcast skies, for the solid round edges of mangoes still ripening, hanging pregnantly from bowed branches,and for those that have turned to gold and fallen to thirsty earth to make new wine and maybe children.Thank youContinue reading “Morning Thank-yous”
Because of You I Run with Joy
Sleep may slip out of reach, but I will rest in you. Age may take its toll, but I am renewed by you. I may hobble along the path, but you will keep me upright. I may wrestle with fear in the dark, but you are the light in my heart. The world’s disasters mayContinue reading “Because of You I Run with Joy”
Thankful for Thanksgiving
simple pleasures precious treasures etched into the picture gallery of my nomad soul so often elsewhere but now savoring this moment soaking up laughter the fun of spontaneous puns and crazy card games twenty-two cards in my hand while the child on my lap tells the table what I hold and we play anyway truthContinue reading “Thankful for Thanksgiving”
Grateful!
thank you is the flip side of fear its antidote unutterable thanks bubbling over wow! wow! wow! grace welling indwelling dispelling fear—it flees in the face of gratitude You know that feeling: the joy that comes when something longed for, waited for, despaired of, suddenly shows up! You were afraid that it would never happen.Continue reading “Grateful!”
Checking Out My Ways
This I desire: integrity— heart and mind undivided unfragmented undistracted truly focused deeply centered all transparent and devoted— set apart for only You. So take this moment: give me grace to know truth see your hand understand what you did how you worked what I did what it meant— how to live set apart forContinue reading “Checking Out My Ways”
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