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”
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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?”
Blaze!
Across the bristling grasses and the breezy palm tree dance lies a long lagoon, all liquid, mirror for the sky’s expanse. Underneath a white-hot sun it becomes a brilliant blast and my eyelids squint to slivers letting just a glimmer past: just the essence of the power, just the outline of the heat, just impressionsContinue reading “Blaze!”
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”
Waiting on You
Fear of the future and of lurking dangers can keep us stranded, hope lost or at a fragile place. I had a lot to learn . . .
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”
Linnea's Lines 