Mar 20, 2014

Telling Our Stories

There is something so deeply personal
About telling our stories
Of our life, of our faith
In growing even deeper on the path.

We have an opportunity
To see through a different view
Of what others have carried
In burdens and joyful trimuphs

I love the openness and authenticity
That telling our stories encourages--
The way listening deeply
Seems to stir something in our souls

And allows God's glory
To be shown to the world
And, it seems, it helps us hear the melody
And sing the song of our lives

We speak of evangelizing
But really it is telling our stories
And understanding
How God transforms our lives

Telling our stories
Helps us nudge each other along
In this journey of faith
Worshiping the One

Who creates
And knows
And loves
And sustains
And shepherds
And redeems.

For eternity.

Mar 8, 2014


Maybe it is in the many hats we wear—
Woman, wife, mother, friend, sister
Worker, volunteer, leader, listener
That we learn to wear masks sometimes.

The “everything is fine” mask
Or the “I’ll smile even if it kills me” mask
The “I feel like I could die, but I must grin and bear it” mask
The “anyone can do anything for a short time” mask
And especially the “I’m just not good enough” mask

But God knows something more about us
The Creator of our lives that knows
Our innermost being that He knit togehter,
Who sees deeper than we can imagine
And loves us in spite of ourselves.

Our Creator, the One true God of the world
And of our lives—Our Sustainer, Our Redeemer,
Our Shepherd, Our Friend, Our Majestic God,
The Beginning and the End.

And He is the One we are seeking
He looks at our beat-up hearts and souls
He takes in our choices and our mistakes
And He loves with His unending, unrestricted,
Unfathomable, unobstructed, unlimited love.

Our masks don’t matter, but he tenderly, gently
Asks us to let them fall away and see ourselves
As He sees us…reflected in the light of His love
In the beauty with which He created us.

And on this journey of faith
He urges us to remember His love--
To live in it, spread it, and widen it
That unbelievable love..
Love from the cross.

Mar 6, 2014


I enter Lent and look toward the cross
And I know there is emptying to do--
Emptying myself so I can be filled with the Spirit--
With reflection, paying attention to attitudes and actions.

What is required as I empty myself?
Putting myself aside, certainly
And awakening to the rhthyms and flow
Of another's heart is needed on the journey.

Always in Lent you draw me to see
The parts of my heart that lie dormant
The ways I become complacent or content
When I need to be striving and alive in wonder

Open my soul deeply to hear your voice
As you whisper my name and move me
Allowing the Spirit to flow within me,
To draw me to the throne of grace.

Give me a heart for introspection
And let me see and hear.
Create a humbe spirit within me
And show me the ways to serve you

Help me to love as You love
And to offer Your heart of compassion
Letting all pretenses fall away
So that I am face to face

With the One who knows me mostly deeply
The One that shaped me and formed me
Sculpted from nothing to something
Everyday already prepared from the beginning

Empty me so that I may be filled.

Mar 5, 2014


Thinking about the journey to the cross and Jesus' time in the wilderness began my thoughts of our own wilderness, our own hunger and thirst for the Holy, the sacred.

The earth, still untilled 
Surface layer hardened by winter
Barren, brown and dry
Brittle and broken stems
Lifeless, dull, fruitless

But through the soil
The tiller digs in deeply
And uproots the dried blossoms
And gives new life to what lay dormant
Forcing its way through a winter crust

Feel the blazing of bright sunlight
The warm wind blowing freely
The deep thirsting for rain
To bathe with refreshment
Waiting, wanting, longing

Sensing the approach of a rainstorm
Hearing the wind and the thunder roar
Its rumbling drawing nearer
Crack of lightning blazing the sky

And now just stillness...
The air is heavy
And one raindrop falls
Then another and another
Tumbling down upon you...
Splashing and dancing and dribbling

Through the openings of the soil
Falling faster and faster
A steady pace now
Trickling rivulets
Sinking deep into all
The readied and prepared spaces

The watering refreshes
The newness invigorates
The roots deep within and new shoots
Cleansed and purified, now flourishing

From wilderness to thriving
From emptiness to fullness
From bleakness to abundance
From death of resurrection
From despair to hope