Dung, Gravity & Power Failure

“Hey, Mom!” Came the worried voice of our 9-year-old, Leah, “When I was getting this string from the basement, I could hear the toilet running, and it smells horrible down there.” SEWER WATER was gushing into our finished basement and storage areas from out of the basement toilet and bathtub.  By the looks of it,…

From Lowly to Glory

  To adorn the Lord’s temple For His dwelling glory, Man would need search For that which is worthy   On rich lands and peaks, In vain, all men seek, But these aren’t the places, To locate the meek.    It’s ‘neath tempest storms, And crushed upon trees Where nobility’s found By those who can…

BECOMING

“Becoming.  You are becoming that for which I created and redeemed you.  You are becoming what are you are not yet.  You are becoming what only I can see.  When your love for Me is perfected, there will be no fear of Me.  When you know as you are known, there will be no need to hide.  Where My image and…

A Broken Song

Life can sometimes feel a whole lot like a broken song that isn’t much worth singing. This year, my family has faced some unforeseen circumstances that have left us feeling broken and discarded like an old seashell you’d never choose to pick up off the sand. But I know I am not alone in this…

Sorting Soul Fragments

“Gather the fragments, that none shall be lost.” John 6:12       At BECOMING retreats, we use the term fragments to represent parts of our souls that have gotten broken or separated along the way. Fragments are the parts of us yet to be healed or reconciled to the more perfected picture of our lives in God. Because human brokenness…

Cycles of Grace, A Poem

Past traumas become triggers, presenting in anger, But really are fears in disguise. Wounds become weapons in our self-protection, And harm the ones standing close by. Let’s name all our fears and entrust them to God, Ending down-spirals and strife. By actions of faith, we enter cycles of grace, And find healing and newness of…

A Love Letter from God in Our Sufferings

The night before last, I had a dream where I was placing a moon shell in my neighbor’s mailbox.  As I walked from our house to theirs at the end of our street, I was conversing with God as I went.  “Lord, why would you want me to put a seashell in the Willard’s mailbox?”…

If You Can Keep Your Head…

Our world is currently facing an unprecedented and ever-changing situation with this COVID-19 pandemic. With the extreme instability in global financial markets and millions out of work, countless people are being confronted with the anxieties associated with a global recession and a world health crisis. And all of this is on top of the everyday…

A Seed BECOMING

Today marks the 12th anniversary of the passing of our daughter, Isabella Grace, who was tragically stillborn at 36 weeks. Although we’ve honored her passing every year since her birth on January 7, 2008, this year feels more significant than all the rest.  There is a sense of completion. I am not entirely surprised by…

My Worthy Mentor

Dark and barren – spiraling alone, In trust, she sets her face like a flint. Beholding fire of another stone, She receives of his shining imprint. Shekinah glory upon on her face, She rises to impart what’s gathered. Brave and confident, she takes her place. Traveling light, she’s never tattered. Her gravity’s known throughout the…