Difficult week. Disappointment clouds hope, Fear drives out trust, Failure stares in the face, Old wounds ache. Frustration turns molehills into mountains. Helplessness becomes more real than Sovereign God, Ever Present Help. Put on the mask, Pretend it’s all fine, Do the next thing. Saturday. The sun is rising, but shadows reign. The hummingbird … Continue reading Shadows in the Sunrise
My next great adventure is the MATS (Masters of Arts in Theological Studies) degree at Beeson Divinity School. This is an essay that I wrote for admission: My earliest childhood memory is standing in church with my grandmother, listening to her recite The Apostles’ Creed with her congregation. I was very small, holding her … Continue reading The Apostles’ Creed
I was the child who struggled to fit into the “norms” of society. My mother called me stubborn and contrary because I was not who she wanted me to be; I was not being rebellious at the time (that came later), I was just different. She pictured a well-dressed prim and proper little girl; I … Continue reading Barefoot in a World of Shoes
Before the throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea. A great high Priest whose Name is Love Who ever lives and pleads for me. My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart. I know that while in Heaven He stands No tongue can bid me … Continue reading Gratefulness, with Reverence and Awe
The old tree With broken trunk and twisted gnarled branches hangs on to dead limbs old leaves dried up sweet gum balls. Reaching for the heavens Drinking in Rain and Sunshine; Life. Tiny leaves burst forth Green stars in a bright blue sky. Birds come, singing joyously Flitting about, courting and nesting; Squirrels play chase … Continue reading The Old Tree
I am the child I once was – alone and lonely and defenseless easy prey hungry for love and affection and protection finding instead lust and abuse innocence and purity stripped away will subdued by fear voice silenced by shame. I am the teenager who emerged – alone and lonely and angry rebellious hungry for … Continue reading Who I Am
Another mystical moment – and no, I don’t live by mystical moments. This experience from early August is what made me re-post The Beast from 2008 a few weeks ago. The Beast was a vision about my own sin nature, this one is a vision about God: I had what I can only describe as … Continue reading Steadfast Love
