They say he is “just a man”, sandals drifting through the sand. Calloused feet, well warn hands. I travel with Him long and wide. The scoffers hide in the shadows of him speaking; dissecting, claiming discernment. But I can’t blame them…they haven’t seen what I have seen. His words dance out in melodic rhythm; His eyes […]
I got her alone. My one day short of six year old daughter. Swinging arms. Holding hands. Old and young. Dark and light skinned. Linked. In a love just as strong as any blood ties. Walking down isle. Laughing. Street vendor carelessly playing. But this time…. Careless to what people see. Loving completely. This little one […]
You brought me flowers today. With roughened hands…from labors years. Once manicured. Tended. Cared for. Now, living sacrifices of surrender… Love put not in words, but acts of service. Gifts of endearment. The hours of hands labor. Early mornings before sun wakes and the world arises… Hands with worn away layers, callouses from life’s lament. Yet, […]