what is in the sky of your life? God deeply longs to create again in us. to pop His confetti cannons in our hearts, explosions of colorful yes’s, bursting & booming across sunrise banner.will you let Him?each second is a treat, an opportunity to receive & to rejoice, to let the Lord be the Lord. & as we submit to Him, His love dust settles in the cracked places, to mend to heal to make again. because we need the dew of heaven to revive us, to rest on us, to be within us always.like confetti, like dust or dew...
thank You for water as it rises, the kind that cleanses & covers. take away the debris & let everything sparkle & shinethank You in this evil age, You are here, in our midst. You are good & you do goodlike a mosaic of music, You compose the things we go through into a giant mural of good. & though we can only see one note at a time, by faith we understand the symphony song will be in harmony with Heaven when we fall down & allow You to compose thank You for compost, the trash & broken that crashes...
each day-start, I open a new book with fresh pages, & paint a glory hello. greet Me, too. open your eyes & sing. & at the end of the evening, I close the book, put the day on My shelf of stories & cuddle into bed with My beloved. I love cold grass tickling between My toes with you, I like to take you to breakfast—Me, you, runny egg yolks & rye toast. I’ll never forget your smile. breakfast with you.You’re there when my dad died & the black hole opened in my mind. You stooped to stay close when I laid...
the first step to not drowning is to acknowledge you are drowning.this seems silly. but imagine you’re in the ocean with no boat & no buoy. head barely bobbing above water as icy dark water chops threaten to swallow life, muscles screaming —exahausted from treading. hungry, hopeless, helpless.wouldn’t your reality be desperation??*sploosh!* a white ring splashes in cold water—a lifesaver tossed from above. will you grab it? or will you choose to drown? this picture just painted is all of us! we’re all drowning without saving, until we realize our need.rescue requires humility.the point is, the moment you start to feel...
beach carpet—hot, dry, composite of miniature shell mirrors, pebbles, & sand molecules. each tiny bit composing a yellow shore blanket. i splay on this mosaic—my own music a collage made of millions of cells, notes, dancing, making me. each atom a party room of song & redemption long—longer than my eye can see the blue waves echoing off horizon edge.here i am.You brought me here, a bookmark in time, a pause. a place to be—just You & me. so here we are, together, on Your island beach.Your island beach where You take every memory every tear, each broken pottery piece...
the same water splashing as Jesus came up from his baptism is in the earth today. the same water Naaman washed in and was healed is today a fountain still rushing. the same water parted in the Red Sea when God delivered His people from the Egyptians lives now. the water that carried Noah and his family in the ark, the water that Rebekah watered the camels with, the water Jesus washed his disciples’ feet with, the water that gushed from our Saviour’s side… still flows here—covering ocean beds, flooding river basins, flushing toilet bowls, dewing fields and watering gardens,...
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...
