touch my uglylet Your love light up my coffinbe with me & the cobwebs wisp away, my heart remembersits songagain& everything new—from my piano key toes to garden brain.I want to walk with You in thecool of the day, going forwardtogetherthat’s all I desire:together.have my ugly. I letYou in—to my basementof dark & spiders & dustfix me. find me.only You canmake it betterthe pain like cabooses crushingmy chestyet normalbecause it’s all i’ve knownyet Youyet, Youtouch my uglywash my woundsi’m ready100% seenall the wayknownI welcomeYouI’m donehidingbehind my leaf loin clothfind mehave mei’m Yours
life is like one breath, like one blink. so let’s embrace, even cubicle space. after all, life is now; this is it! there is no rehearsal, we are here, performance fit! let’s embark on a quest for the good. find the joy in all things and you will never be without in the drought. enjoy Yeshua.& never underestimate the power of the small—pollen, seeds, a yes.& may that seed given to you from heaven find a yes in your heart, like how fuzzy yellow pollen dot, carried by a busy bumble bee travels to populate earth with beauty. or a...
You’re not like the others. You’re not like the sand, shifting and eroding, ebbing and flowing as tide comes and leaves. or star—born, sparkle, implode. breath, comes, goes. there’s grace laced throughout Your royal robes and burning eyes, leaving no trace of former scars or lies. You love to forgive, You love to forget. You don’t count my mistakes. or look at my forsaken state of mind. but call me beloved, found, Yours… all along. this false reality—me me me—ice melting beneath, nowhere to go but sink, is taken in a blink. when You look at me.and taken, I am....
everyone is invited to The Party. & once there, everyone has presents waiting to be opened.sadly, many choose to not accept their invitation. they don’t believe the good news of acceptance so they ignore their invitation in disbelief. of those who accept their invitation, many never open the presents given to them. some open a few presents while still leaving a pile of presents untouched. while the fewest group of all, are those who receive from the goodness of the Giver. they are of humble childlike meekness &, with simplicity, they accept the invitation to life & then go &...
life can be like a bungee cord.you know— we cannot trust our feelings, because even though a bungee jumper feels the free fall, they are always held and connected. so let’s live connected to Father. even when we feel the gravity, there is a Love who keeps us safe. we can feel like we’re falling, but the Lord. but the Lord is our saving line of hope.He keeps us, leads us with cords of love“I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love. to them I was like one who lifts a little child to the cheek,...
the breath circulating in out inmy mind logging memories while I sleepcrisp air fried broccoli for lunchmy body’s ability to digestthat I have legs and that they work to walkthe promise of the rainbowthe flowers smiling just out my windowforksthe sky bright and bluethe roof above the floor belowthe fact that I can change; my past is not my future because the cross is realbloodGod’s wordmy ability to go out and purchase grocerieseach friendeach toe(especially the pinkie one without which I would be terribly off balance!)rootsJESUSopposable thumbsthat I’ve made it this farmy skin holding everything inevery morning God painting a...
how many jellyfish jig dance recitals has God choreographed, for an audience of One? how many waterfalls gush in secret, cascading down cliffside or mountain crag, hidden and glorious? how many stars He named, for none but Himself! how many ant parades He’s led, how many birds’ songs He’s composed, how many baby birds He’s coaxed out of their nest for their first time to fly, or sunrises He’s painted, storms He’s sketched. & all for Himself! we really are ignorant of all these grandiose and important daily miracles! yet God conducts it all, from His beauty for His glory....
quiet still water like an uninterrupted sky, sits. the pond speaks in silence. suddenly a green bump from a lily circle leaps—her great finesse, flying through the air, flinging her whole self forward with one grand leap. a royal proclamation of God’s creativity, wisdom, and beauty. no one jumps like the frog!zoom in on these propelling frog legs, made with denser muscle fibers and other special factors that make a frog capable of leaping like no other creature on earth. frog, known for her strange leg strength, sings or rather croaks a frequency of God’s glory that no other animal...
