It is time…I return…feeble but limping to the line of welcome. Join me. You are never unwanted here. Your voice – matters. Gather at Lisa-Jo’s for a depth-check of heart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boundaries appear not. Qualifications stand unwanted.Justification exacts at one. Mercy exists on terms explicit: You cannot earn it You cannot bribe it You …
It’s the slowing beat, a broken rhythm, the pulse of unanswered questions. The pulse weak and the cause still undiscovered. The back of the throat catches at the back of the mind’s doubt and I fight with myself over what is real. Abnormal, too slow, “are you even alive?” half-jokes at the awareness …
I’ve been avoiding it all morning. I wrote my heart empty yesterday and I didn’t know empty had deeper reserves as I journaled in my Lent book and teared and sighed… I know I’m ordinary. But even ordinary seems so unattainable and lovely sometimes. After all, I know He has used ordinary objects …
There’s a whisper to morning. A bade of hither, still, rest. A serenade assuring things do not have to focus just yet. Awake slowly. Savor the process of rouse. Allow every sense to be sight. In this you may better …
It’s back. How I need it…GO. Forget the cliffs. The jagged edges of unknown plummets. It’s not the heights. Or the monsters in closets. It’s not even the evil this world churns out. Afraid. It’s the supposed-to-be-safe places. The knowing that you are human. You can hurt …
W O N D E R Plentiful are the notions of wonder. Numerous are the words I hear and I speculate how they relate to me as an individual, how they tie into the culture I live in, and into the eternity I await to join. I am …
The bustle of multiple voices, cascading in conversation, crescendoed laughter, gleeful exchanges of little ones tramping across wooden floors and echoed hallways….this is reunion. Attaching ourselves in smiles and embraces after two decades of seeing one another, meeting some for the first time. T H A N K F U L So thank you, Father, …
It’s time again. I’m back. I’m home. I’m off the hiatus of life’s busyness to come back to the place where truth flows in levels unbeknownst to me until the last punctuation mark stands. We link up. We encourage. And no one can ever tell me a heart cannot be changed, lifted, unified in 140 …
It’s time again. I honestly don’t have much precursor this time either. I almost didn’t participate today. But thoughts scrambled in my mind and the metaphoric topic wouldn’t go away. So here I am ladies. Sometimes it’s easier just to cut myself short. Go to the FMF party but maybe skip a week in writing. …
Abandon. S t r e t c h open limbs and fingertips. Stand fast amidst breezes, atop cliffs, through studded forests of shadows. Be wide, unhindered, unobstructed to the scenes around. Plenty are the possibilities when clutched no longer becomes our posture. …
