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”

In Your Palm

cupped in your palm covered by your right hand (safety ‘round my soul) you hold me close caress my tears away and still your hand is busy flinging star showers weaving the winds keeping danger at bay (it’s skulking all around) I’m terrorized, Lord, but I know you’re watching I curl into the curve insideContinue reading “In Your Palm”

Because You Hold My Hand

You hold my hand; you love me: King of this whole world, you lead me, making my right hand your chosen tool so that each act becomes a holy service in your master plan. You hold my hand; you love me: Lover of my soul, you treasure me and nurture every gifting given and makeContinue reading “Because You Hold My Hand”

Abba’s Scribe

I am but a scribe, my fingers the feather in your hand, my eyes dependent on the light that you shine on truth and error. I am just your servant, my body the vehicle you sent here, my health the strength you provide to do my service for you and your Kingdom. But I amContinue reading “Abba’s Scribe”

Hand in Hand with God

When the Creator was planning things out, way back when, before, before, he carefully thought about Dad’s hands. He knew that he would make them strong, with long deft fingers, able to hold onto God’s own hand while staying busy doing the work he would give him to do. He watched him grow up inContinue reading “Hand in Hand with God”