Oh God, sew us together with love. When life weighs. Pains rise. Bitterness presses us away from one another. Let love rise. When unforgiveness births within. Recollecting pain from people or things that have happened. May hearts soon turn to Him. His truth. His life… That love would rise. Sew us with your hand of grace. […]
Driving past fields. Farms. Settlements well worn. From pain staking, sweat earned….difficult years. Trying to clear head…. Find rest from puzzles with sharp edges. And I recollect their beauty. …Any building still standing must have a strong foundation. And emotions surge. As I grip all I have got. Fragments. Pulled apart….And I ask… Why is vision […]
And the weight of weekend gone by grips me…Yet, I open Breath of Life faithfully. Not out of passion or calling….but obedience. I find dry bones in Ezekiel. Representing dry carcass of Adam in Genesis…And how…. God “Breathed” life into them. I see “breath”in the Hebrew. The word being, “Ruach”. It’s meaning? Spirit. “Ruach Elohim”….Holy Spirit. […]
Outward stirring. Life whirling. Increasing infernos burning… Hearts ablaze. Igniting during trying times. Looking back and seeing….. His hand steady. His face constant. My heart desperate…to seek Him. He leads. Saying…. Don’t look back. The world attacks. Brothers and sisters…combat. Wars of pride. Flesh made weak. The internal sin within. Us all. And the days progress […]
I sit under the wide open sky… And wonder…. How far, deep, and wide His love is. How the earth seems to breath underneath me. And how expensive comforters…. And mattresses… And beds…. And houses…. Somehow seem to suffocate the breath of God around me….in me. And I ache for even more barrenness…. Where nothing matters….but […]
Like a child today. Defenses stripped away. Whirlwind of tasks…chores…stores…Preparing for another party. More….people through the threshold of our home. And I knew. Defenses were down. Body holding on from the battle it’s been through. Attacked again…from nuts. An allergy. Just learning about. Suffering through… And I hear them. Like salt inflaming a wound long healed. […]