I know the “right” things to do at Christmas. We cut down our tree, post pictures on Facebook. The little village, set up. Stockings, hung perfectly… But I forget about that little oblong box. The one I pull out and put back each season. We get out our, “Happy Birthday, Jesus” sign, the one our kids […]
Power Over Your Thread – And the Girl Running with an Infant in the Rain
Rain lashes out sideways. I stroll up in my Rendezvous to the sidewalk near the bus station. My son’s attending University of Washington. I drop him here, to ride the rest of the way to Seattle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her. A young girl, maybe eighteen or nineteen, t-shirt, sleeveless, shivering […]
UNITE Linky. Betrayer Turned, Fire Starter
“Satan has asked for you, that he may sift you as wheat. But, I have prayed for you, that your faith should not fail; and when you have returned to Me, strengthen your brethren.” ~ Luke 22:31-32 Ever felt like sifted wheat? What can we learn from this passage? There can be a sifting before a […]
A Prayer of Faith in Times of Darkness
Because of my confession of faith in Jesus Christ and a life lived admitting I am a sinner saved by grace, I am bought, purchased, paid for, and my life is His. I am a daughter of the Most High. Set free, redeemed, chosen, called, ordained by The Great, “I Am” to live without sin or […]
The Black Eyed, Four-Year-Old and How Our “Holes” Can Be Made “Whole”
“Do you have a pair of socks I can borrow? Size four.” A preschool-aged boy sits in the entry of our door, sheepishly looking up at me, soaked with shame in his eyes. One black sock, another white. A hole so large, his feet freeze right through, this cold fall night. Frost blanketing his life. His black […]
“What’s Justice?” My Nine-Year-Old Asks. UNITE Linky
I never saw God as just. It hits me as I sit stunned in my dirty-brown pub chairs, arms leaning on my lap-top, studying the word, “tzedek” meaning, “righteousness” and “justice” in Hebrew. I have been burdened with this word, “justice” ever since I started homeschooling and my nine-year-old’s inquisitive mind kept asking what “justice” was. […]