Falling into His Pool of Grace

Popcorn spills all over the floor. Not waking up to a clean house…or a quiet, calm house.  But, this morning. Popcorn.  And young feet pattering…..looking…..searching through treats left out by teenagers the night before. And I implore….  “Pick up the popcorn….  When we make messes, our job is to clean them up.” And little hands innocently […]

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Attacked by Earthly Pleasures

There it was.  On a table. Party platter. People gathered. Luring.  Tempting me. Questioning the authenticity of recent allergies.  Peanuts.  Soy.  Now seafood. Healthy all my life. Never broke a bone.  Hardly had a cold.  Bodies. Only human. Can endure only so much. And although I am set free….I know….consequences of life styles always catch up. […]

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When Faith Smothers Fear

Rumors fly by like nasty bugs unswattable on a hot summers eve. And the naysayers keep forcing their self-promoting ways, like bullfrogs croaking loudly before sleep. And people are fleeing.                             Walking away from homes.                                                                 And families.                                                                             And hope.                                                                                              ….Everything they have worked for, for years.And it rises in many around….. Dreaded fear.  Like Chinese Torture….it comes […]

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Ponderings from the Pond 2

Compelled outside. Early morn. Forsaking beauty for over-sized boots. Loves Eternal.  Still asleep. Wooden dock calling me…. Out of constricting walls.             Into open field.                         Down grassy path…..                                      To waters edge whispering. And there…..I drown in silence.  Devouring His peace, like breakfast to the soul.  Searching for Heaven’s handouts….even more….. And I absorb unfiltered air….unbound by walls […]

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A Journal Entry – Mexico 1989

O.K. so I have always been a little strange.  As a child I remember being held captive by our black and white screen…..images of starving children in Africa & the reality of their pain.  (Not a lot has changed) …..While other children play outside & people run to and fro….doing other things. Started working at fifteen. […]

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