Betrayal

Don’t think of betrayal, rejection, disappointment, or failure as deprivation, rather a nutrient-rich, bitter bite. Trees are pruned in slices, without ruth, to the life-giving quick of a bearing branch. The inward, blue stripes of brokenness–that rite of passage called surrender–produces the most impassioned, sweetest, and lasting fruit. You will rise again to re-plow, re-seed,…

August’s End

Bathed in sunlight  and surrounded  with a thickly  woven emerald  carpet and a singing chorus of flowers in rioting colors, summer’s glorious days draw down  to a few.  It’s beauty  though forever remains  ephemeral and  perpetual  at once.  Here I find  strength  in the hope  of You, Creator. Father. Friend. Confidant. Savior. Here I am …

Soar

Ponder living  in the world of  a bald eagle, king of the skies,  plummeting  from the mountain  top to the glassy  clear blue lake  and rising again. Oh the invigorating  rush of life, exhilaration, boundless freedom, and ineffable  joy! Have you  been born  without wings? Think again.  Bend life’s harsh limitations into a dream beyond…

The Whisper of Faith

“Therefore God does not confront faith with trivial things but with such things as all the world cannot bear, like death, sin, the world, and the devil. For all the world is not able to stand up against death but flees from it, is frightened by it, and is overpowered by it. But faith stands…

Crucible Trophies

To the evenings without heat and mornings without water. To the showers that ended in the middle and scratchy blue crepe that doubled as toilet paper. To the rough and long drives from Myaki to Odessa, and the unreliable but wonderful poconetcom. To the red jeep, with conspicuous Texas license plates, that carried us across…

The Lily

The lesser and greater lights,  and all living things thrive, cradled in your robes.  But not I.  Hidden in the  pierced place  of the  palm of Your hands,  my soul takes rest and my spirit sparks upward into everlasting love. How can I keep saying thank you as  the lily? Her sun-scrubbed face upturned into…

I Am Jesus

In the scorched earth of the October 7th war and against the black shroud of inconceivable inhumanity, death,  and mourning, I unexpectedly discovered a riot of living and colorful resilience, hope,  and even joy among Israelis during our recent trip to the Mid East. I had not imagined this response, and it captured my attention…

A Second Book

This morning while picking up the house and getting ready for the day, it occurred to me with stunning, non-negotiable truth that this November I am turning 75! I did not wince at this serendipitous reminder. Pastor Olen Griffing, a very wise man, mentor, and friend told me once that it is only in your…

Firsts

My grandson, Emmett, wiggled and wiggled as I tried to put on his pajamas. His silly mood made us both giggle and fall on the bed with laughter. Then suddenly, Emmett grew quiet and still for a moment, and his eyes gleamed and grew as big as planets.  “Marmee, we saw Christmas lights tonight!”  “Yes, we…

Incandescent Grief

For me, Christmas light shines brighter each year; and it is so important to every aspect of my life as I move on from this annualized celebration and illumination into the cold and sometimes dark realities of a new year, 2025. I am simply pausing for light—to soak in it, see it in reality and…