Wimpy. Such a strong word. Visions of Olive Oil, or Popeye…before the Spinach…comes to mind. If you don’t know who Popeye is, He was a pipe tooting sailor who would chug down a whole can of raw Spinach. As a consequence, He was able to ward off Bluto, the burly rascal who was always trying to […]
We stand on the edge of awaiting waters. Like children, looking for our Father. Anticipating the splash of expectancy. Others watching. And it is in childhood that we learn to trust our Daddy’s arms. They are gentle, yet strong. Reaching out to catch us, even if we jump a little to the right or left. And […]
“You are a daughta of The KING”! Palms up, flinging arms around, and around…like windmills going nowhere, as my legs chase my seven-year-old, wildly through the figure eights in our house. She throws her head back. Laughs hysterically. I play this little game with theatrics and this strong fake British accent, in hopes that somehow the […]
Offense. The enemies snare. A stumbling block getting people caught up…. Focusing on the problem….Instead of the Savior. And I have seen it, been it, and offered my own disrepair. But now I watch as forgiveness becomes the great healer. And sometimes there are no feelings. Just words…. “I forgive”. Like Corrie Ten Boom who forgave […]
At twenty-two, I too often missed his eyes. I was busy trying to make bottles at the exact right temperature. Trying to worry about whether he would keep quiet as I raced through the grocery store. At twenty-two, I didn’t know what was in my own eyes…how could I really stop to look into, someone else’s? […]
Sitting with the silence swirling in empty places, taunting me, whispering, “Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.” But then the still song rises around me. And peace fills those deep wells within me crying out for more. And as I sit cross legged on the couch begging for glimpses of God; the wrinkles ache, the puffs under my eyes […]