Holy fire of steadfast love,
burn away all the crusty shell
‘til melted and molten
I rise up with a heart
of liquid gold and, like you,
emanate light and love
to all the dark
and shadowed broken places.
“You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the...
Usually when I read, “Your faithfulness is great to the clouds” in Psalm 57:10, my mind pictures the immense vastness of God’s steadfast love. After all, the sky is limitless, infinite. Is God’s faithfulness limited? The sky’s vastness says an adamant,...
Your heart is on my fingertip
faint as a soft kiss on the lips
a presentation of carmine
the semblance of a valentine
a bleeding heart, it is so small
that no one notices at all
but love’s a mark so permanent
it is affection seized, then spent
never squandered, given lightly
the size belies...
How do I feel about time, really? Am I working with it or against it. I’ve had time anxiety during seasons of my life, particularly when my son was a young tween/teen. He was certainly independent enough that I could go off and leave him, but in my heart I was comfortable...
As the plane pulls away from the gate, I am filled with a mixture of terror and exhilaration. I love the idea of going somewhere new, but I live in the gap between the is and the ought. I ought to be excited, but to embrace the excitement, I have to give up control, give up knowing...
Much of the New Testament is devoted to letters that the Apostle Paul wrote to various churches in the newborn Christian sect. Last spring, I was studying Paul’s letter to the Colossians and was intrigued by the fact that he was writing to a group of people that he had never actually...
To be sung to the familiar tune by Steve Nelson
Frosty the Snowman
Tumbled into town
With a duct tape hat and two duct tape eyes
And a scarf made out of yarn.
Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly, prickly soul
He’d been painted white and his smile shone bright
On his tumbly, grassy knoll