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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Faith Like A Surfboard

What draws them to the water’s edge?  When sharks lurk. And a surfer just got killed a day before they go? What is it in my son’s blood….that drives him to the only place, he feels alive and is ever home? And was it bubbling over, in my husband.  Also.  Long before we met? This ocean’s […]

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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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The One Place You Will Always Find God?

I have been running to mountain tops lately.  Trying to spot Jesus.  Trying to get all that He has got. Striving my way.  To redemption. Yet, as I rest. And talk to Him.  Communing with The One who has all the answers. He speaks to me…. “My glory is found in weak people.  Contrite places.  Not […]

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When Perfectionism Strikes. And 5 Minutes With God.

I have a confession to make. I know it’s true….simply because of the discomfort I feel.  As I spit out this unflattering, unChristlike, prideful rising truth…. “I am a perfectionist.” I often have this unsettled insistence that things be just perfect. In fact, when I was little….I used to go up and down the isles.  Aligning boxes […]

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What If You Weren’t Privileged?

The lingering fumes of my neighbors garbage.  Burns alongside the road.  Waking me to another morn.  Another day.  Oh hoping.  And praying. And I sit.  Knees strong on the dust before me. First thing.  Like Abuela taught me. Praying to a God I don’t know. Nervously caressing the dangling emblem. Abuela gave me.  Strung around my […]

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