Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
Since the legalization of abortion 45 years ago millions of women have bought the lie that the death of this new life forming in them will somehow save theirs. And now they live with pain and shame and mocking of that lie. Today in thinking about being a woman, a mom, a sister, a daughter… Continue reading We Bear the Mark
I've been thinking about 1 Thessalonians 2 a lot today. It's such a great telling of what the life free of the fear of man looks like as well as a blueprint for ministry, even as a mom and wife. To boldly speak the gospel amidst conflict. To be gentle, speaking not to please men,… Continue reading Free- poem and thoughts from 1 Thessalonians 2
Sinus Cacophony by Sheila Dougal Should be sweet voice Soft child speak Should be jolly laughs Make smiles peak But throbbing face Every sound creates Sinus Cacophony And that's about all I can muster today folks. The sinus headache is in full force today. Despite it's stabbing, throbbing anger, I really enjoyed every minute of… Continue reading End of day thoughts. And a silly poem.
Tomorrow, my youngest son turns 13. His birth came at such a memorable time in my life. It was two days after Christmas and my marriage was in shambles. But God was with me! God with us, who we celebrate at Christmas, was filling me with hope when I should have been in despair. He… Continue reading A Man You Shall Be
(image credit) Isaiah, I Believe Your Report by Sheila Dougal O God of Isaiah! I believe your report! You cut me from the Rock. You planted in me the Word. You made me your child because you became the Servant. My transgressions pierced You. My sins crushed You. One of your smallest stones yet you… Continue reading Isaiah, I believe your report
(photo credit)I've been sitting in the library for the past couple hours trying hard to answer a discussion question for my online class. Doesn't seem like a big deal. It's not. But what is is depression. Depression is a big deal. It's real. Real as Oregon fog blocking the view of a breathtaking coast. Maybe… Continue reading No Bootstraps To Grab
I watched Contagion last night. Seemed an appropriate way to end a day spent sleeping away some kind of virus that left me so dizzy and head-achy, I couldn't get up for more than 30 minutes. It was my first night calling in sick at work, something I don't like to do. Today… Continue reading Tidbits and a spontaneous poem on my longed-for miracle
Periodically I'm reminded... I'm leaking Out my eyes Out my mouth Everywhere I can produce nothing without the miracle of God. I'm like a bucket full of holes I can't hold water I can't achieve my sole purpose Fill me! Fill me! Fill me! I want to be filled. But I keep dripping Pouring… Continue reading I need a Leak Healer
Oh to be so pure Such innocence Oh to be so tender Such vulnerability Oh to be so bold Such fearlessness Oh to be so honest Such unashamedness Oh to be so childlike Such trust Oh to be so wise Such truth Oh to be so willing Such surrender Oh to be so pained Such… Continue reading Lily among thorns
