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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!”

Worry is a Trap

The price of gas keeps peaking (we think it’s over, lower, then it’s not)! Insurance for our home, our car, is suddenly becoming beyond what we expected. Christmas season brings good cheer, expensive food to share and gifts to buy . . . I think that I’ve decided that my spending is all done. I’mContinue reading “Worry is a Trap”

This Tricky Combat Zone

Lord, you, the Ultimate General, you are my one perfect leader, unchained, in charge – compassionate and wise, completely good, reliable in every situation. You have my back: you tell me who I am, speaking truth when the Enemy shouts lies— he says I have failed, pointing out issues, determined to mislead. He tries toContinue reading “This Tricky Combat Zone”

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”

Those Slippery Traps

The traps are there silent smooth slippery sand lurking in my stomping grounds waiting for that moment when (tired, stressed, stumbling) I forget to watch and slide down that slope into disaster  I let life take over busy pushing hard to meet my goals eyes distracted by the rocks obstacles I could climb over holdingContinue reading “Those Slippery Traps”

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”