Who can solve the puzzle of life? All the tiny pieces— the incomprehensible piles strewn across the table— plague the mind. We know there’s a picture there— somewhere, but how and where and when do the pieces fit? ... God knows. ... Take the piece He gives you, and lay it at his feet. One … Continue reading Puzzles
It’s love— not a move in a game for a prize we claim. It’s love— always a gift of grace. .
Oh, Shepherd, how You care for us! You lead and tend and shelter us. And we do not lack anything For You are our eternal king. - Chorus: We are Yours! We lift one voice to honor, love, and to rejoice! Take our hearts, and guard, and keep, Oh, loving Shepherd of Your sheep! - … Continue reading The Good Shepherd
Maybe— if I tried— I could take a pen and scrawl my name in poetry on the world— again, again, again. But, Lord? What if You just took my hand, and we wrote on some small heart Your name? ❤️ -
The mountains stand so tall— rugged rock against the sky. And You ask me to move them—why? You know my hands are small— they bruise and break and bleed with every strategy I try. And the mountains stand, unmoved. I have no mustard seed— I’ve looked, digging with my hands in my own dirt. And … Continue reading Mountain Moving
Dark world, but how the streets shine— scarlet, then emerald! And sparkling on the windshield, rain, the gentle applause— this day is done.
My car hates to wait, pushing hard against the brakes till the light turns green.
Puddles, unlikely windows to the sky, small, impure, vanishing with passing day, trace a gaze-inviting glimpse of the grandeur of the heavens. May the Grandeur of Heaven trace Himself on me, making me, though small, impure, vanishing with passing day, an unlikely window to the Sky.