Need to Believe

In hurting, we need. In needing, we long. In longing, we seek. In seeking, we find. In finding, we realize. In realizing, we remember. In remembering, we ask. In asking, we receive. In receiving, we know. In knowing, we trust. In trusting, we stand. In standing, we imagine. In imagining, we see. In seeing, we…

Snowy Blanket

As I consider the snow gently falling to the ground, I marvel at the beauty of the flakes coming down. Now that the leaves of the trees have all been shed, God blankets His creation like I tuck my children in bed. There are hidden and desolate seasons we all seem to fight; Yet, even…

Our Purple Nation

              A gentle reminder to the RED and the BLUE:  our societal fabric is PURPLE and in need of mending.  “Therefore, be slow to speak, quick to listen, and slow to anger ” (James 1:19). “Be kind, tender-hearted, and forgiving, as God in Christ has forgiven you” (Ephesians 4:32). ” For love is patient and kind;…

Common Sense

What has become of common sense and decency? Perhaps it has been quarantined off with our sick and vulnerable. Where are the days when thinkers would think, diplomats were diplomatic, and caretakers cared. When visiting the sick and welcoming the stranger was understood as something godly and right. I long for the days before judgment…

Coloring Souls

Our words leave marks on others’ souls, We paint in wisdom or stain like fools. Ask yourself what hues you leave, What you’re teaching to believe . Pushing down or helping fly? Acts that scar or beautify? Shades of kindness, hope, and joy Words to build and not destroy? Because our wounds turn into weapons,…

20 Years of Marriage

I prayed long to find you, Scott, my dear, A golden soul who loves most sincere. Your way of agape filled my heart, Revealing your kindness from the start. We learned many things these twenty years, Each seed of glory watered by tears. A live discourse between faith and grace Brought peace, love, and joy…

As Above, So Below

I see the dance of Gilgal in the wings of hummingbirds.I hear the robin’s song of praise sung as faith assured. I feel the Spirit’s holy breath in gales and gusts of wind.I meditate on ancient stones that tell where grace has been. I witness love outpouring in cascades of waterfalls.I consider the divinity in…

A Soul’s BECOMING

I wrote , “A Soul’s BECOMING : an Anthology of  Sea shells” as an affirmation of BECOMING’s 12 tools of faith and as a sonnet of PRAISE to my GOD, whose Spirit is ever speaking through His creation A Pond’rous Ark was I, O Lord, alone, A heavy-laden clam beneath the sea. In pain, with…