Her face was crushed when the taxi crashed; all her hopes were dashed. What she did not know was how God would show ways his love will flow to sheep in his flock and turn twisted plots, unexpected knots, into paths of grace when they seek his face and keep running the race. I heardContinue reading “Unexpected Paths of Grace”
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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”
Distorted Vision
I’m sitting with my Abba, here, laying out the pain I’m feeling after so much fell apart! I had thought my words right on, only pointing out the truth. But they were heard as harsh put-downs, and their heart slammed its door on me! How could they push me away so hard and tell meContinue reading “Distorted Vision”
Glow!
My fire is lit by You, by true pure love, pursuing, wooing, just because You made us for Yourself, so when we open up and let you shine within, you light us up. So, like a candlestick melting down, quietly cheering all around, I’ll glow where you choose to light the dark. Where you placeContinue reading “Glow!”
All for that Harvest: Unfailing Love!
You’ve made me your heifer pulling the plow, you’ve shaped me and trained me, showing me how to lean to the left when your strong hand presses, to walk straight ahead, cleaning up messes and tearing out weeds, preparing the way for planting the seed in that soil on the day when all is inContinue reading “All for that Harvest: Unfailing Love!”
What Matters Most
Lord, I am your servant, my body the vehicle you sent here, my health the strength you provide to do my service for you and your Kingdom. I am but a scribe, my fingers the feather in your hand, my eyes dependent on the light that you shine on truth and mistakes. But I amContinue reading “What Matters Most”
When the Heap is Swept Clean
It’s a garbage heap grown mountain high: insults hurled in public spaces, grudges fondled and fermented, bubbling silently and waiting to ignite a devastating fire. Our blindness to our faults can only breed catastrophe. But YHWH, you have told us: “You can push back mountains! You can walk out on waves so high that theyContinue reading “When the Heap is Swept Clean”
Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)
Frazzled, fragile, wondering how I dare, I climb the stairs to the Majesty (high on his throne, watching the world) and crawl onto his knees (astonishing audacity . . . ) He lays aside his scepter, reaches for my arms, pulls me to his lap, whispers kindness to my heart: “Dear daughter, rest! Lay yourContinue reading “Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)”
What? Be Perfect?
No one is like you, the Holy One, perfect in all that you do, perfect in who you are. You are love. You are good. You are all-powerful, majestic in awesome glory, you, the Sovereign King of Everything. And you call yourself my Father! You healed me, rescued me, brought me into your Family. Abba,Continue reading “What? Be Perfect?”
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