You hold my hand, Lord, always: 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 make eachContinue reading “He Holds My Right Hand!”
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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 with the glory of the sunlight reflecting everywhere—Continue reading “Yearning to be Filled”
Firmly Attached
8687429 © Schakal79 | Dreamstime.com What do people think they see when they take a look at me? A pious, clean exterior or a holy, pure interior? Am I set aside for God or content to merely plod along at my own pace, even stumbling in the race to confirm my own high call? No!Continue reading “Firmly Attached”
Share that Light!
I live in darkness, a world that snuffs out lamps and candles wherever it can. But your Light dawns on those who wait, who keep looking up not down. And then you reveal your plans in the network of sky and clouds, tree limbs reaching and touching, your soft light glowing on water as wellContinue reading “Share that Light!”
Hope Rises
Hope rises in your Presence like the misty vapors gently swirling off lake waters as dawn glows golden in the east. It is the warm light streaming from the essence of You that deletes the hopelessness of darkness, and reminds us that a new day is coming, one overseen by your loving care and faithfulness.Continue reading “Hope Rises”
Man of Sorrows
And this is comfort: that when the children cry the Man of Sorrows suffers too. Eternity encircled and enclosed the crossbar of his suffering with the pain of ages, all our griefs and every ruination choking out the Breath of Life. Heart broken under awful weight of every horror, crime and burden, he was crushed.Continue reading “Man of Sorrows”
If . . . Then!
If I truly crave you the way I feel hunger pangs on a day of fasting, not forgetting to seek you like I do when I am “fed”, satisfied with earthly food, if I really listen for you, and let those pangs alert me to pause, to hear what you say, hungering for your words,Continue reading “If . . . Then!”
Back to Congo
My Congo! Oh, to be out in your cold morning air, To feel the chill bite of your wind, To see the red sun peeking over your pines Hear hummingbirds humming a hymn! I long to be there when the sun spreads her warmth To the black, rich dirt at my feet, To walk betweenContinue reading “Back to Congo”
Dry Season Hope
Water my soul, Lord!I know there was a raina while backbut in the interimthe sun has walloped mewith vicious raysI’m shriveledthirsty and dryI know that when you comeyou will bring a gobletfull of your choice drinkliquid that refreshesall my rootsand in the morningI’ll wake up to the miracleof golden blossomsthen fresh green shoots Waiting forContinue reading “Dry Season Hope”
The Spotlight Shifted!
They were shoved to the margins,viewed as insignificant,poor people scatteredin little bush villages,living off infertile land.But some had been waitingto hear the Good News,and when it arrivedtheir hearts opened wide,fertile, welcoming seed.“Now how can we sing praise to our new King?” Other peoples had songs,but this language had tonesthat required their own fit.Then it began,Continue reading “The Spotlight Shifted!”
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