Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com I’ve been in a church since the week after I was born. Every church I’ve been part of has impacted my life in a unique way. Like an arm is different from the liver, these churches were all very different. Among them were bad teachings. But at each church… Continue reading How four flawed churches helped me love Christ more
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
Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com When my thoughts go to your younger years and I hear your deep voice cursing the time, my eyes fill with hot tears and I wonder if singing Jesus Loves Me with you as a toddler was enough. I lit a fire this New Year and watched the hot… Continue reading Ashes, ashes
You could shine your face on me and I would be rescued from this degree of pain I can’t escape. But you don’t. You show me trees and leaves and shine light through the breeze and make fire in the branches with rays from the expanse of your power. And I’m tired. But I’ll wait.… Continue reading Waiting
This morning before I headed out the door for work, when you were about to jump in your truck and drive to school, I looked up at your face anxious about what you don’t want to face, curious about what you won’t say until it’s too late and then you’ll want to find a way… Continue reading A weight of glory
Photo by Daniel Reche on Pexels.com Today at church we sang, "O come to the altar, the Father's arms are open wide. Forgiveness was bought with the precious blood of Jesus Christ." As we sang, years of hard marriage and longings for good things I don't have filled my eyes with burning tears. And a… Continue reading The question is, is Jesus worth it?
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com there's a dancer a singer a crafter a word-wielder In me there's a hospital builder a wound washer a home maker a child discipler In me there's a shepherdess a prophetess a pianist a lyricist In me there's a warrior a defender a rescuer a runner a strong-armed carrier In… Continue reading In me
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
Light it upLook hereThe darkness has to flee Let it shineLet it glowLet the love of Christ showLet the things that hideBe exposed Let the things that runCome back no more Let the glory of the LordCapture every eyeBurst from every doorBefore he rises like the sunAnd reigns forevermore
Photo cred AZcentral.com I am so torn tonight. I'm on vacation, watching the world burn on Twitter and Facebook. The vile speech, the violence, the defensiveness and accusations... it's breaking my heart. I want my sons to be compassionate. I want my husband to be safe. I want my black neighbors and friends to be… Continue reading On vacation while the world burns
