In Different Ways Written Sunday, July 10, 2016 I see you worshiping in bare feet, And look down at my dress shoes, I hear you singing your language to instruments, While I sing my four-part, English acapella, You raise your hands and face to the sky, While I clasp my hands and bow my head. … Continue reading Travel Journal: Cambodia 4
God, I just don't know How to love that person, I don't know, If I should wait or move on, I don't know What deserves my time, I don't know What to prepare for in the future, I don't know Where you want me to go, I don't know Why this is now, I don't know … Continue reading All You Ever Need to Know
We all have at least one person in our life that try as we might, we cannot muster any affection for them. They rub us the wrong way. They embarrass us when we most want to impress. They show up when we are most tired and worn down. I have been begging God to help … Continue reading Love Is
White, As winter’s snow, Soft, As rose petals, Smooth , As silk, Slim and long. These are pretty hands. Brown, From the hot sun, Rough, From days of toil, Scarred, By nails, Large and calloused. These are beautiful hands, The hands of Jesus.
When I was small, My mommy would make our daily bread, Her loaves were round-topped Golden, delicious softness. But still, I liked it better to make my own, She gave a lump of dough, Showed how to sprinkle flour, Formed her large loaf. I formed mine. And when, all baked, the loaves came forth … Continue reading Not Kneaded
There is a stillness That reaches to The very core of the soul, Like an anchor In the storm, Like a rock In shifting desert sand, Like a current Steering the river. It reaches deep, deep Beyond itself To peace Himself-- The Christ-- Who upon sin's cross Found still, Peace in doing His Father's … Continue reading A Stillness
I remember as a little girl, Wandering to the vacant lot in town, Stopping to pick the prettiest wildflowers, Then running them home to my mom, I don't remember what she said, But she kept them 'til they died, So, I know she must have liked them, And I knew, though flowers fade, Her love … Continue reading Flowers for Mom