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”

When Fear is Feathers in the Wind

fear is feathers in the wind unsure where to land and at the mercy of whiffs and puffs maybes and maybe-nots could-bes scared to fall scared to fly scared to uncover the real world yet unknown too many feathers cloud my sight and make it hard to breathe Breath of Spirit, blow your clarity intoContinue reading “When Fear is Feathers in the Wind”

The Dance of Worship

pum da pum da bum da pum dancing with Bintou balaphones booming dark arms beating out rhythms and tones Bintou’s feet move shuff-ta-shuff-ta shoulders turn to face the fire then swerve to bow to the velvet night my foreign feet try to follow her beat for graceful beat then flip into high gear suddenly whirringContinue reading “The Dance of Worship”

Navigating the Flash Flood

What had been just a ribbon of sludge across the road on the way to the village is now a mass of watery mud covering the road between the bushes. Are we blocked? Is it now too deep? Should we try to carefully creep ahead? What if we sink in a ditch instead? A motorcycleContinue reading “Navigating the Flash Flood”

Hurting Humans Have His Heart

Bulbul songs in syncopation, dove moans sifting down from trees, coucal riffs descending, rhyming, roosters greeting dawn with glee, I’m surrounded by the music harmonies of melodies. In it all I find I’m waiting for the One who talks to me. While I’m waiting, here comes stillness, then a distant toddler’s shout and the noiseContinue reading “Hurting Humans Have His Heart”

Hand in Hand with God

When the Creator was planning things out, way back when, before, before, he carefully thought about Dad’s hands. He knew that he would make them strong, with long deft fingers, able to hold onto God’s own hand while staying busy doing the work he would give him to do. He watched him grow up inContinue reading “Hand in Hand with God”