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”

About Asking and Receiving

Like your disciples on that day between your murder and your return to life I wait, longing to see what you have promised. You said that, if I would just believe even a little tiny bit I could make a mountain move, I would receive from your loving hand what I am begging for. SoContinue reading “About Asking and Receiving”

Distorted Vision

I’m sitting with my Abba, here, laying out the pain I’m feeling after so much fell apart! I had thought my words right on, only pointing out the truth. But they were heard as harsh put-downs, and their heart slammed its door on me! How could they push me away so hard and tell meContinue reading “Distorted Vision”

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”

Praying for Sustenance

When we reach out empty hands, Fill them up with what’s needed, but Not too much, Not too heavy a daily ration Or we may topple and fall. You set the table in desert lands And on mountains, wherever we are. We need you! So when distress strips away Our access to food, we call!Continue reading “Praying for Sustenance”

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?”

Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)

Frazzled, fragile, wondering how I dare, I climb the stairs to the Majesty (high on his throne, watching the world) and crawl onto his knees (astonishing audacity . . . ) He lays aside his scepter, reaches for my arms, pulls me to his lap, whispers kindness to my heart: “Dear daughter, rest! Lay yourContinue reading “Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)”

War, and the Place of Protection

Living inside Your love I move within a world protected not that I am never wounded but that you keep me safe from ultimate harm from all malignant and pernicious evil inside the loving kindness of your heart I’m held where goodness is my atmosphere, your tenderness the song that plays incessantly and heals me,Continue reading “War, and the Place of Protection”