Idols crash, and darkness takes the lands. But birds sing; and still the oak tree stands. Nature does not fear— she is safe in gentle, sovereign hands.
My Father’s World
Driving in the Rain
I sailed the roads today. I charged, hood-first, into the grey and felt the waters part in snow-white spray. . I heard the raindrops play like songs of praise to God today and watched the troubled world melt away.
On Being Reserved
Why is there a galaxy between my heart and face? The former—oceans full of thoughts and dreams and feelings; the latter, a simple puddle on the ground? And why this prison wall of skin? Outside, people weave their souls together— a tapestry full of color, nearly by accident. Inside, I dwell alone. Why am I … Continue reading On Being Reserved
Peace
Will I See Your Love Today?
Oh Lord, will I see Your love today? ... Will you look? His love is written everywhere— not to feel about for—eyes shut tight— but to dare to look and read.
Kites
I am like a kite, Lord— small and flimsy, vulnerable to the wind. But if You hold me, not even a hurricane can blow me away. And when You hold me down, I can finally fly.
Morning Prayer
You are the Head. Let me be the heart— the hidden part that gives life with every move, beating, steady, till Your will is done. .
Lost and Found
One tiny face forgotten among billions swarming the earth, yet known beyond the stars. ••• One tiny voice lost in the chaos of laughter and talk, yet cherished in heaven’s halls. ••• One tiny heart, crushed by the pain of d i f f e r e n t n e s s, yet fashioned … Continue reading Lost and Found
Foreshadowing
We laid the past to rest, down in the dirt, buried deep, thinking—hoping—it was the end. But then the flowers grew— memories in bloom across the grass— a portrait of life with not a hint of loss. Spring casts these foreshadows— the curse lifted, the tears gone, the work of God’s fingers making all things … Continue reading Foreshadowing
Daylight Thievery
I awoke to find the morning taken, plunged back into winter, so close to spring; the full moon perching on the sky, veiled in clouds, lofty and aloof. I had to leave home, alone and cold, headlights clearing just enough space to pass—on time—through the darkness. Who stole my sunshine and gave it to the … Continue reading Daylight Thievery
Gratefully His 