On looking up

Photo on Pexels.com An invisible weight presses, keeping me from lifting my head many days. I’m looking down, backing away, shrinking into obscurity, feeling like Naomi, "I went away full, and the LORD has brought me back empty." (Ruth 1:21) And in those dark, heavy, brow-furrowed days, I've learned to cry out. Lift my head.… Continue reading On looking up

Whatever you do this Christmas

Come with your indifference with your mocking with your doubts with your questions come with your lies with your rejection with your acceptance with your imperfections come with your health with your doctrine with your thoughts with your past come with your burdens with your poverty with your riches with your fear whatever you do… Continue reading Whatever you do this Christmas

body, bread and gummy fruit

I “teach” a preschool class at my church a couple times a month. It’s not really teaching, it’s an effort in preventing total rebellion amongst 4 year olds for 1 hour. This poem was sparked by how God always uses those kids to teach me what it's like to be part of his family. When… Continue reading body, bread and gummy fruit

Forget myself

I want the storm to come and fill the atmosphere with three dimensional anticipation- eruptions of power. I want the storm to come blow right down into my sunny status quo where the air is still. I want the storm to come stir things up, promise change, bring thunderheads pregnant with rain. I want the… Continue reading Forget myself