Love is not a pink teddy bear

I don't want to be a cynic, but I really can't stand Valentine's Day. It's really not cause I'm bitter, although I have gone through many a pink-splattered Valentine's day with a broken heart, mascara-tear stained face and no one sending me flowers. By the grace of God, there is no bitter root, just painful… Continue reading Love is not a pink teddy bear

A phase of the waiting bride

You look like a captive, a kidnapped woman with a black cloth tied, covering your eyes. You look scared. I can see your mouth, your face turned away trying to hide from what you cannot see. You look hopeless. But I know your pattern. I know this cycle you go through- phases of light shining… Continue reading A phase of the waiting bride

Your face looks like Sarah

Your round face laughed today The earth not in the way I grinned forgetting the weeks behind When I saw the world and Forgot you were alive Tonight your face is cut in half Now down to a sliver The blinking electricity of this planet Promising to deliver Your grey glow on my cold face… Continue reading Your face looks like Sarah

Christian Submission: The eagle dive of freedom

Someone once said to me, " If you only submit yourself to people you agree with you're not submitting yourself to anyone. You're hanging out with people you agree with, but you're not submitting yourself to anyone."  The point being, at the root of what it means to submit yourself to another person is the… Continue reading Christian Submission: The eagle dive of freedom

When you feel like you’re endlessly marching around a wall

"Now Jericho was shut up inside and outside because of the people of Israel. None went out, and none came in. And the Lord said to Joshua, "See, I have given Jericho into your hand, with its king and mighty men of valor. You shall march around the city, all the men of war going… Continue reading When you feel like you’re endlessly marching around a wall

Endurance for 2019

Twelve years ago I ran the PF Chang Rock n' Roll half marathon in Phoenix.  I trained for it and felt pretty good till I hit the seventh mile.  Mile seven to mile 13.5 felt like my legs were made of lead and my lungs were full of fire.  I yelled at myself for that… Continue reading Endurance for 2019

Hope for the impossible

You know what's impossible?  That I could jump to the moon.  That a virgin could concieve a baby. That my dishes will be done and kitchen cleaned by my teenage boys without me asking before I get home from work.  And that anyone would ever love Jesus. What follows here are some of my thoughts… Continue reading Hope for the impossible

Call to the highways and hedges

Bitter old woman Cowardly elder man Skeptical, empowered Misses Lonely, not-sure-if-he's-a-Mister Hardened party-girl Driven, young millionaire Homeless, enslaved to heroine Lost and scared teen- baby on the way All the poor, broken, forgotten. All the crippled, drooling, loud, misunderstood. All the liars the thieves the betrayers the deceived. Jesus came for you.