Written over twenty years ago, this poem was a commitment I was making to learn to really “practice the presence” of God. Whether a day was filled with routines or with unexpected delights or sorrow, walking in constant awareness of him is life-changing. It is ongoing, the deep desire of my heart, yet so oftenContinue reading “Practicing His Presence”
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Grateful for this Morning Hour
I thank you, Lord, for this morning hour, when you deign to come and sit with me, when you calm me by your Spirit’s power, and open my eyes so that I can see. Without you, days would just pass by, empty of meaning, empty of peace. But with you teaching my heart to fly,Continue reading “Grateful for this Morning Hour”
My Cup Overflows!
My cup overflows with amazing grace, precious gifts poured out by your hands into my life: my husband, life partner; the gift of words and service to you, beyond anything I imagined; my offspring and all the years of watching growth; community here and over there, treasured brothers and sisters; the beauty of this worldContinue reading “My Cup Overflows!”
In Spirit and in Truth
We worship in a cloud, unfocused though we strain to see and feel — yet worship what we know within unknowing, all senses clamoring for the Real: — the One who touches hearts with joy, whose fingers heal the blinded eyes, deaf ears; who feels our hurts because he hurt as human-Godson, heart and soul.Continue reading “In Spirit and in Truth”
Let’s Celebrate
God, who fills the universe, who made it all, the stars and space, did choose to put mankind on earth and focus on this tiny place. Hallelujah! We sing God’s praise! He offers us his warm embrace, for as a man he took our place to pay for sin — amazing grace! The perfect worldContinue reading “Let’s Celebrate”
Seeking His Face
When I heard him say, “Seek my face,” my heart skipped a beat like a goat leaping high to land on a ledge then jump to the top of a high crag, flat, and shaded by pines to find him there, his face lit up by the rising sun. I wanted to ask him toContinue reading “Seeking His Face”
If Only!
If only every word I speak, each tone of voice, were only what I’ve heard from you! If only every action, in each sacred moment, were only that which pleases you! If only every step I take would move me forward with my eyes fixed just on you! If only I could grow in graceContinue reading “If Only!”
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!”
Unexpected Paths of Grace
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”
The Fellowship of the Living Ring
Her feet stomp right then to the left, from front to back and round again just like her sister leading the line just like her sisters following behind arms all swinging back and forth as if cutting ripe grain to bring in harvest, or now bent low they pump the air like shovels plunging intoContinue reading “The Fellowship of the Living Ring”
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