This road is hard. We, the people, meant for Grace for all time. Thrown through the ravages of sin and justified and sanctified by the blood. We, the people, destined for all that is holy, yet muck through the waters until He returns. The step of some days harder than others. Weeping and flailing as if there were no anchor. The whole time being held. We, the people. Each so different. Each so needy. Each so loved. The sun beats down. The warmth fills the cold spaces. It is a choice to breathe in ... View Post
When You Run On Empty, You Can Ooze All Over. . .
The kitchen is a mess. We have a house guest coming for 3 weeks. There is no safe way up the stairs and through the hallway with out a navigation system. The lawn needs mowing and I haven't taken time for my heart to be still. You would think after all these years I wouldn't get off track. But I have. Mother's Day, cooking, cleaning, church, games. All important things. But not the things that should matter. Finding that still, quiet time to pour over the Ancient Word is so crucial to my being. And I have filled the space with other ... View Post
A Step At A Time
"Every doing starts with a step." It's the first thing I read when I get out of bed. A tweet from Proverbs 31 ministry. I didn't want to get up today. Sometimes when I open my eyes the impact hits all over again. I usually turn my first thoughts to God. At least I try. I try to thank Him for the day. To begin my day with a Christlike focus. Lately it's been about my emotions. I wallow in what I have lost. I cry out for it to not be. This morning when I didn't want to take a step. Those first words encouraged me. "Every ... View Post
Chin Up, Shoulders Straight. . .Advice From My Dad
Chin up Shoulders straight Fly right My father's advice through the years. There were many other colorful pieces of advice he would share that I won't mention here. But these. These have stayed with me. I don't know where he got this. His father died when he was 12. So I am not thinking it was fatherly wisdom. My dad is a man of few words. (not always appropriate either, insert wink) Now he is a man who has the memory thief as a constant companion. But he spoke these words to me often enough that they have stuck. This morning ... View Post
We Don’t Like To Be Uncomfortable. . . But Sometimes Uncomfortable Is Where We Need To Be
They sit in the corner and gather dust. Memories on hold. The beat stuck for all time. I don't know what to do with them. Mostly I stand and stare. While another piece of my heart breaks away. I remember. I try to hear the sounds and feel the rhythms to no avail. They are silenced. It's a new rhythm now. Set in a key and time change I am not comfortable with. There are too many accidentals and I stumble over the melody line. The timbre harsh and abrasive. Some new friends come to visit. Members of the club no one asks for. Further along the ... View Post
When The Wind Howls, How Will Your Structure Stand?
The temperatures have warmed. The wind howls, creating a recipe for an icy landscape. With each gust, shutters pull from the house, the tin loosens on the barn's rafters. I wonder just how long it will be before they are torn from their structures. The constant berating; weakening the structure unless careful attention is taken. These needs have been set aside as flooding, death and cancer cry for the immediate. The effects of neglect apparent. Integrity of structure compromised. Sometimes the end doesn't seem in sight. It ... View Post