Wait, he said. When it is the right time we will see with our eyes what he has planned, wonders in answer to prayer. Ask, he said. Always be faithful in prayer,aching hearts pleading for mercy,allowing him to do his good work.Amazed, we will yet see his wisdom.Intercede, he said.Invite him to intervenein the heartsContinue reading “Wait and See”
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Psalm on Mean Street
LORD, you guide me into right pathways, chosen for me, leading me home. You said it. I believe it. But LORD, these are mean streets. The other travelers form cliques, gossip, unnerve me. And you mentioned level paths;there are potholes here, jagged and deep.They laugh when I fall.Tell them off, LORD — they are disgracingContinue reading “Psalm on Mean Street”
Can We Do It?
I’m cringing at this growing dump of insults, hurled in public spaces or in texts or face-to-face. Grudges fondled and fermented could ignite a searing blaze. Our natural response is fearand hatred of this “enemy”whose words and push-backfeed distress, a tangled messthat leads us toward catastrophe.But, Yahweh, You have told us this:“You can walk onContinue reading “Can We Do It?”
My Tent of Meeting
This is my “tent of meeting” where you meet with me. No pillar of cloud necessary because you live in me. This tent is a protected space where I pour out my heart and listen as you respond. Moses needed time with you,then left to do your work.Joshua was being prepared;he stayed there, meditatingand listeningContinue reading “My Tent of Meeting”
Like a Weaned Child
Your heartbeat spins the galaxies and pats my back to calm me. You are so good, and true, and I am loved by you. Compassion is the constantinstantoutflow of your heartin perfect syncwith wisdom,beyond myopic sight.I’m nesting here,the shufflinghush ofangel wings subduing other sound.This quietwithout answersis the peace that heals my wound.And yet your WordhangsContinue reading “Like a Weaned Child”
Prayer to the Shepherd
I walk beside a river and you hold my hand as we exult in beauty. When the sky turns gray with a storm rolling in you shelter me from pellets of ice, rough winds,sky fire, or even justa cold wet downpour.Next comes a hilly incline,tiring my calf muscleseven though this is onlyslightly draining. It’s training.ButContinue reading “Prayer to the Shepherd”
Where is God in This?
A groan, the wrenching sound of a heart torn out, shredded… arms lifted skyward in the still of night, begging…tears pumped profuselyfrom 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 am God.I hold you close.MyContinue reading “Where is God in This?”
Deep Calling Deep
I keep to shallows. You are the deep that tugs my feet from under me, blasts ears with fury, floods each orifice until I’m swept away, my deep imploded to a black hole, resistance convoluted to a vacuum. Ravished, I find your waves and breakerstender with thetropic warmthof a trillion suns,millenia of moon tides.You areepicContinue reading “Deep Calling Deep”
Passion Pumps Me
passion permeates my person pumps me then plummets unwieldy but willing for you to work magic transform passion into power potent patient wielded by you Waiting is a challenge, especially when we yearn for what we’ve been told is coming. As a teen (that’s me in the photo above) when I was away at MKContinue reading “Passion Pumps Me”
But Wait!
“Go tell!” he said, “But wait!” What? Wait? We were so excited, overwhelmed with joy by all his words that made it clear: the Sacred Word had prophesied it all—his death but then this third-day miracle, life made new in him!We touched his hands,and he touched us.This was no ghost:he ate that roasted fish!And heContinue reading “But Wait!”
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