When Seasons Disappoint.

Everywhere I turn, “Martha Stewart” type pictures sting. Taunt.  Patronize.  Sky high Christmas trees. Presents flowing…covering the floor of what others might call the perfect season. While our tree sits.  Undecorated. Presents everywhere. Hats.  New shoes.  Photos.  Santa.  Snow globes.  Lights.  Christmas cards with photos of families. Unflawed. While our cards sit.  Untouched.  Foster daughter.  Fighting […]

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The Power of “Sozo”!

I can’t get it out of my head.  I turn to it.  4:00 in the morning.  Awake in my bed. And after soaking in the church for four decades.  I feel lastly ignorant to the simple steps…it requires to meet Jesus. I mean….I have taught Bible studies. Prayer ministry. Children’s Ministry.  I have done the routine….over […]

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Are You Vulnerable to Healing?

He goes.  Our friend.  To a service.  Where Acts is not just another book.  Sitting dormant in the Big Black Book.  Taking space.  Upon the shelf. Not a history lesson. Or pages in the New Testament.  Great for, religious sounding theological discussions. But, a blueprint.  For the church.  In action.  Instruction.  For those Redeemed, needing a […]

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On The Edge Of Faith. Afraid to Jump. Where Our Foster Daughter Finds Jesus.

She sits on the edge of diving.  Diving into a world foreign to what she knows.  She waits.  Hesitates.  Wants to know…. Is it real? Will this hurt me? Can I really be….something other than what I have been being? And I see the war.  So tangible. Waking me in sleeping hours, to help her fight […]

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Finding Hope in a Hopeless World

The red coated stranger.  In loafers.  And mustache.  Puts his palm out.  Turns head away from….The Hope-filled One….Passing out tracts. And last time I came here…. There were no tracts.   No Jesus.   No noticeable believers.  So bold in a city.  Unmasking. Christianity. Only…. Palm readers.   Beggars.   Buildings of Scientology, asking you to pay […]

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When A Stranger Captures Me. Homeless.

I can’t get him out of my head.  A sunken feeling.  Leaves me breathless. From his image. We pass.  The world dances.  All around. And he sleeps.  As if…. An invisible species.  Many not thinking.  Worth redeeming.  Or feeding…..for that matter. And my husband asks, “Why”….”Why does he capture you so?” And my lips move voluntarily….as […]

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