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”

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!”

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”

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?”

Turn the Other Cheek?

“Turn the other cheek,” I heard you say. So, not striking them in return, I did, Quietly hoping the slaps would end. But I’ve been slapped again twice, instead. The red on my cheeks does fade away. The hurt that remains is deep inside; my heart feels bruised, misunderstood. Is this all I should do?Continue reading “Turn the Other Cheek?”

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”