I have known the desperate song of Hannah within my bones. A supplication for a womb, to be filled. To be remembered, if only once, by the One Who calls the barren to life. And every day, within your eyes, I see that I was always seen. And you, were always there. Waiting for just... Continue Reading →
Here, in this field of peace I hear You. Singing a love song over all my fears. I have never known want, because You. Are. Enough. And, when darkness falls fiercely across my faith and all I can give is this heart, unreconciled to hope. Still. You. Hold me. Wrapped, in grace, I am. What... Continue Reading →
I stand, hands overflowing with ashes and not much else, but I am praying life into your dry bones. This mustard seed song is heaven’s work. — Supplication. My heart, tonight, as I stand before the One who breathes life into dry bones, believing for the healing of someone whom I love very much.
Hands in warm water I stand on holy ground, rinsing away evidence of our cup running over. It is a worship, unadorned. — Give us this day.
This fluid gold light from sun calling it a day. Spilling over lists still left undone. A respite from a life driven. I pick slow moments weighing each one, carefully inhaling the heady fragrance of slow. — Unhurried.
And so, the storm came for you. Bent, from the spirit down all the way to your fears. You stood, as wave after wave sucked the air from your lungs. A new birth; in reverse. But, I have come to plant seeds in that diagnosis. Hope. Tender, fragile, indissoluble hope. Is a giver of life,... Continue Reading →
And, even when this life is threadbare; edges frayed from worry. The earth still sings a lullaby over all those who listen for her beauty. — Let her sing over your fears. . . . When my heart is full and worry tries to rob me of peace, I look for the beauty all around... Continue Reading →