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!”
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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”
Praying for Sustenance
When we reach out empty hands, Fill them up with what’s needed, but Not too much, Not too heavy a daily ration Or we may topple and fall. You set the table in desert lands And on mountains, wherever we are. We need you! So when distress strips away Our access to food, we call!Continue reading “Praying for Sustenance”
His Plan, or My Plan?
(September 2002) The ironies: who goes, who stays; the golds and grays that laminate our days— I give them now to you: you know the purpose in your ways. I see you gathering tears into a jar, squeezed out of losses and the griefs that are our daily bread as we compute the damage, nearContinue reading “His Plan, or My Plan?”
God’s Kingdom, Come!
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. The perfect world he made for us was broken by our parents’ sin, and nothing we try is enough to heal it, make it whole again. Our God, whoseContinue reading “God’s Kingdom, Come!”
Yahweh, My God
I belong to Yahweh! I am his, and he is mine. He lives in me–astonishing, this truth I can’t absorb! I live in him, in whom I have my being, my true home, my source of life and strength, all my giftings and my soul, the “who” I am, because of him. “I AM,” heContinue reading “Yahweh, My God”
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