Morning always comes a little too soon yet somehow carries promises of newness, mercies, and hope. I carry with me habitual optimism so the breaking dawn looks to me like joy and vision spanning the gap between darkness and light. I travel inward, deeply, as the colors move and change before me. I ready myself … Continue reading Morning
When small seeds of hope, planted in fresh soil, are stolen by the ravens it's easy to become weary. We toil in darkness on hands and knees. Prayer lifted in desperation can seem to hit empty air when the harvest waits. Still, I've found hope doesn't lie in seed. Hope lies in the waiting soul … Continue reading Hope and Soiled Hands
"Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust" Isaiah 26:19
The question was posed to me, "What is God doing in your life?" I don't always have an immediate brilliant answer and maybe that's my own pride trying to come up with a brilliant answer. Today, I thought I'd answer that question as if we were sitting around my table, coffee in hand, talking. God … Continue reading Around the Table
Autopilot - when I go through the motions Head down, resolved, ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen And then I sometimes break as resistance pushes me to realize I'm not built to maintain; I'm built for greatness. Not greatness I've built with the persistent efforts of my hands, but greatness that comes … Continue reading Autopilot
Potter, with hands that shaped the heavens, too grand for us to grasp, reach deep into my heart. Grab and grip my pride, my being, until I remain nothing more than... malleable.
I've been buried. The weight of the dirt is pressing hard against my skin. I feel bruises forming but in true 'tough girl' fashion, I pull hard to hold in the tears and fight to stand against the pressure. The earth sticks and cakes my lungs with mud as I breathe deep and will … Continue reading Buried
Baby Man's first tooth emerged to surface last night. It was another rite of passage into "big boyhood". The signs keep coming that he is growing so quickly. He is zooming through infancy with lightning speed while we crawl around with him on the living room floor hoping to savor the moments. He still sweeps … Continue reading Growing, We do it Everyday
There they were in the garden. Man created in the image of God. A single rib taken to craft stunning beauty, a helper designed with detailed intent, a companion worthy of him. The crowning achievement of the Father warranting an affirmation of "goodness" from the lips of the one who'd just spoken the world into … Continue reading Who Told You that You Were Naked?
I come from a long line of stubborn women. I too, am stubborn and opinionated. It's just a fact, plain and simple. It can be a gift. I will not quickly bow to the fanciful voices of other gods vying for my attention. I firmly stand in the face of opposition with confident composure believing … Continue reading O Ye Stubborn Masses
