She sits beside me. We bow our heads. This German daughter of mine. We say the Lord's Prayer. "Our Father. . ." She prays in German. My heart. One day. . . Every knee should bow and tongue confess. One day the language will all be the same. No more barriers. Philippians 2:11 And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. No tears. No heartache. One day. I long for that day. My soul grows weary with the ache around us. Children dying. Trade Wars. Border issues. Marriage Covenants broken. Hurt. Ache. I can not ... View Post
Commencement
They're graduating. All those Seniors. The ones that grew up together. The ones that gathered at the grave of a 17 year old. Their friend. They're moving on. Commencement. Some to careers. Some to more schooling. But they're moving on. And our son is not. His life; gone. In a moment. This time, a reminder of that ceasing. I feel the pull of the despair. I sense the ache below the surface. Yet. The Facebook posts of gatherings and graduations also spark deep love. An excitement for these young people. We raise our children with the hope that they will become ... View Post
Will You Help, So They Can Go? Day #24 of Thankfulness
Missions. What do you think when you hear the word? Overseas? Foreign country? For the first 15 years of my life I attended a Methodist Church. Missional in its purpose. I remember filling barrels with clothing to send over seas. I remember the barrels. We prayed continually for other countries and the missionaries. Vacation Bible School was a challenge to raise funds to purchase chickens and milk for families in need. I remember holding tightly to the quarter in my hot sweaty hand. I remember the poster board chart. The ... View Post
Right Here, Right Now Day # 21 of Thankfulness
She's home. She's here. We ate dinner together; around that farmhouse table. We held hands to pray. It is in these moments that the empty spot is felt. We all feel it. I breathe deep. I focus on what's right here in front of me. We sing our song for grace. The song the oldest brought home from Preschool. Sung for more than 24 years. There is laughter and joy around this table. These silly kids. This is what God wants me to enjoy. Right here and right now. 30 Days of ... View Post
Enter In
Enter in. Enter into His gates with Thanksgiving in your heart. Enter in. In. "used to indicate location or position within something" A location. Enter in. The door is open. You need to walk through. Not when you're happy. Not when things are going swell. That's not what it says. Enter in. Just as you are. When you're hurting. When life is overwhelming. When your weary soul aches with breathing in and out. Enter in. My heart hurts. The burning sensation ... View Post
The Least of These My Brethren
He sits at my table. I feed him. Physical nourishment. We feed him the Word. He; the downcast. Broken. Struggling with mental illness. Trying to find his way in this world. He sits at my table. I fight the thoughts that permeate my mind. My son. Buried deep beneath the earth. Not at my table; while this one lives. Why? My son; a hard worker. So young. A lover of God. Gone. And here. At my table the least of these. Matthew 25:40 "The King will reply, 'Truly I tell ... View Post
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