From pit to party, God touched my life—from so covered in ashes that I was unrecognizable, to becoming beautiful. Depression to dancing, weeping to wonder. There are shoes we wear, called seasons, & every time has its story. With Yahweh, even the broken gets blessed, is not wasted but redeemed. God is good, I am living proof. The shift you’re looking for is right in front of your face, touch the love of God available to you. Whatever you’ve been through—we all have shattered pieces—you’re one cry from fixing. One tear drop from all those pieces being a mosaic! Just...
waterways flowing like oxygen &windthroughout limb & back again circulate pattern—the goodness of Godthe life is in the bloodcapillaries to cells tickleelbows—remind us to dancewhat’s in your blood?a chex mix of God-gifts? or toxic trinkets?have your veins been emptied yet—to be filled with His blood?coursing, giving, receiving, going.never stagnant or unconnected veins flow from heart—where God’s love poured!start there—love
Your Fire tickles my toes, flames lick each tip, lighting me to dancedon’t stop telling me secrets whisper it allI want to Know—the flowers’ dress sizes the stars’ names & where the wooly mammoths used to find You in the morning. I want to know what the volcanoes know, and where is the rain stored? I want to know. I want to know You More. come close, I can’t breathe without You. everything else is mannequin mirage, crumbs & vapour, coming to nothing. The earth waits, for You. so make me pregnant—expectant of You. like Moses met with You, FACE...
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...
sometimes we compare our abilities to what other people can do. maybe I can play the guitar and sing, but, not like that guy over there can, so I devalue what I have based on what he has.this is so backwards! & sad. many people are waiting to use what God has given to them until they’re exceptionally-up-to-expectations-excellent. there’s nothing wrong with desiring excellence. but, in reality, we need to just step out in faith and do the thing. momentum begets momentum. & to practice is the way forward.we often feel like what God has given us to share with...
when a person bungee jumps, they’re depending on the cord to keep them connected, to keep them alive! we, too, need to live connected, to remain in the vine.““I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit. You are already clean because of the word which I have spoken to you. Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in...
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,...
1 inch octopus tongueChristmas morning3 watts firefly butt88 sunshine beam smiles9 cups pebbles, sprinkles, dew medley1 pound warm fuzzies4.3 yaksFor the frosting:2 whale songs1/4 cup daisy doilies11 minutes wind chime melodytop right corner of sunrise from September 5, 1542Mix well.
escapedto the woodsbut the painfollowedunlit fire pitforgot spatulano meat to flipmy tentripswind flips paper leavesdirt carpetcatches trees’sheddingsand my eyedrips,salty, sadhandswaiting, emptyhead,a mob of confusionpoison crowdsurfs thoughtsdrowning in illusionsunsurenot safebut my flesh tent will beokaythe stars are trying to get inthey knocked yesterday,looked at my failingestate, said “yes.”then dropped their stations, to shine withinmeso I’m still campingon this site with the port-a-potty and the squirrelsmy camp grill’s lit now though,I didn’t do it.the rocks started singing and Icouldn’t help butjoin in.now we’re clappingmy toes tappingI can’t stopsmilinginsidethe lantern’s litthe hot dogs are cookingthe forest still smellslike forestand my hair’s the same...
