I am a creative. There is no doubting this. I don’t need to question this or know the “why’s.” But sometimes, I do ponder and think about why God chose to speak audibly to me in 2003. I know that it’s not necessarily important. But outside of being creative, I am also deeply analytical andContinue reading “The Why’s”
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Holy Week: Maundy Thursday
Maundy Thursday: The Last Supper. The foot-washing. The wounds of the heart are an underground cemetery of seemingly lifeless things. There lies our secret shames, internal struggles, deepest pains, open wounds, wells of pride and legions of anxieties. On this Maundy Thursday, I think of my wounds. On this Maundy Thursday, I think of myContinue reading “Holy Week: Maundy Thursday”
Unshed Tears of a Military Child
“I can see them. As we read books together before bedtime, I see them. I see the side of her mouth trembling a little, just like her dad’s does, keeping it all in because in this world, STRONG is what we teach. As we read, I go over the day in my mind: The 3 times she broke outContinue reading “Unshed Tears of a Military Child”
Too New
In this quiet house, It’s too quiet In this clean room, It’s too clean. In this still moment, It’s too still. In this empty space, It’s too empty. I’ve loved so much. Your loss invades every second. My whole world is so much LESS. I’ve grieved , And, time passes. But I still expect toContinue reading “Too New”
Christmas: The Promise of Rest
Advent: I was talking to a dear friend of mine. This friend, like me, LOVES the Christmas season. Yet, this year, my friend is experiencing more gloom than joy, more weariness than hustle and bustle, and more frustration than Christmas cheer. All around, the world turns mad with hurriedness. A party here, a church eventContinue reading “Christmas: The Promise of Rest”
God, the Dream Maker
When I was a child, I prayed constantly. For hugs and for money So that we wouldn’t go hungry. And, for love that would find me So that I would not feel lonely. This is the broken child’s dream. And… as the years went by, I thought God ignored my cries. IContinue reading “God, the Dream Maker”
Time
I can see the sands of time Spilling freely through my hands. To many moments to memorize To little time to take it all in. Too fast, too slow Where did all the sand go? But now I see… This sand is a vapor, A mist floating through grasping hands, A fading flower,Continue reading “Time”
“What would you do if no one ever heard you? Would you keep singing your song? What if you sang BECAUSE the only person you want to hear your lilting voice is God’s searching ears? That, my friend, is the best reason of all.”
The Desert Season
I walked in that desert place. I made my bed in the wilderness. I reclined on a parched heart and soul. I distracted myself with mirages of false hope. I became acquainted with blackened dead lands. I dug in the ground for hidden waters. I came up weary, with empty hands. I remembered theContinue reading “The Desert Season”
Yielding Up My Wounds (2017 Journal entry)
I know you, He says. You are not hidden from me. You turn to false loves, but they cannot cure you. They cannot heal your wounds. Seek me. Return and repent (vv. 3, 14-15, my paraphrase). The past two years have reaped of bleeding wounds. Even worse, they were old wounds. To put it plainly, it was likeContinue reading “Yielding Up My Wounds (2017 Journal entry)”
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