The question is, is Jesus worth it?

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?

The 4th with a plague

It's 110 degrees there's a significant wind moving the leaves of our sissoos and elms. From the window outside looks inviting I'm tired of being inside tired of air conditioning and my couch I want to feel some heat, some breeze something Watermelon that's what I want I'll go get a watermelon "I'm going to… Continue reading The 4th with a plague

Learning to breath like a Christian during a pandemic

Honestly I'm angry. It's 10 pm and I just made myself shut off my phone. What I read on Twitter tonight has me writhing in anger! I see people loosing their grip on their wealth and spinning the elderly and vulnerable as worthy martyrs on behalf of the American dream. It makes me want to… Continue reading Learning to breath like a Christian during a pandemic

Christ will redeem what seems like will never happen

Tonight after 13 hours at the hospital, I walked out my back door with my dog Lukas, and we made our way, as usual, the half acre back to where the chickens and goats were already roosting and chewing their cud under the stars. While I was filling up their empty water buckets, despising the… Continue reading Christ will redeem what seems like will never happen

He’s holding you

You work so hard as if the hours you spend sweating and digging planning arguing and solving will make everything right. Then it rains on your freshly poured concrete and a sudden wind bends the trees you just planted and the test is positive- you're going to have a baby and your cursing and anger… Continue reading He’s holding you

My Psalm

How long? How many more days do I have to cry bitterly asking you how long? My heart is sick my hope is deferred my heart hopes for what I can't conjure. How long must I try to find a quiet place to get away from the constant strain of this yoke pulling me one… Continue reading My Psalm