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!”
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A New Normal
It’s not easy to stand out as different when I’m seen as being odd, distasteful to those who find me irritating— rubbing them the wrong way because I don’t fit their parameters of “normal.” Not easy for me, not easy for them. I’m being reshaped, remade from the inside out, and my shape no longerContinue reading “A New Normal”
The Peacemaker Challenge
When you’re insulted respond with compassion, listening first, speaking with insight into the roots of that person’s distress. Not that it’s easy. Not that it’s normal. Take self off-center, then humbly reach out to crush the hard walls that maintain division. Be like your Savior, the great Prince of Peace: who purchased our peace byContinue reading “The Peacemaker Challenge”
Crystal Clean
Sweeping and dusting will never be enough. Redecorating schemes are all disasters: mock renewals, clever coverups. I need an undivided heart: no padlocked chambers set aside for resident anger, no halls of hard-core selfishness, no darkened corners for illicit pleasures. Instead, give me one room, wide and filled with light, walls scrubbed crystal clean, whollyContinue reading “Crystal Clean”
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”
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