I am overwhelmed today by your tender mercies, your kindness, your extravagant gifts. I am like a wounded, untrusting child on Christmas morning sitting with a stack of beautiful gifts from Someone I love more than any other. Like the child, I am astonished, wary. But there you are, smiling delight as you watch me unwrap one gift after another, all from you hand, all from the … [Read more...] about Overwhelmed

Under the Canopy You walked with me along sidewalks today, under Elms grown old and tall together, their limbs intertwined overhead providing a canopy of protection against the warm August morning. You walked with me, waiting while my brain spun webs, waiting with kindness for me to remember and relax again under the canopy of your love and protection, covering me always. … [Read more...] about Under the Canopy

Wild Fire of God, consume— take into the body of Light you are the horror perpetrated in greed and blindness on this one transform to lighter-than-air ash the weight of confusion, fear, despair still carried in the fibers of this being sweep clean, as you roar and burn away the lies to expose what was never lost or harmed blaze bright— let shine the gold and silver … [Read more...] about Wild Fire of God

“Innocent.” You speak this word to a young, frightened part of me. You give me to this word, to this wonder. Innocent. No condemnation for being small, weak, powerless. No judgment for needing, wanting to be loved. No burden of blame for crimes committed by others. Innocent. Shame carried away by Another. Soul-washed in the tears of God. Innocent. “Hear this … [Read more...] about Innocent

Ancient words devoutly sung stung my heart today. “Sin had left a crimson stain you washed me white as snow.”
 New thoughts flung old meanings away. Could this image apply to the stain on my soul inflicted by another’s sin condemning me to wander barren earth in shame? How would you wash such stains? I long to believe you would wash them with your tears. Your angry, tender … [Read more...] about Tear Washed

When I notice the breeze playing the chimes, scooping the branches of the maple into a waltz, awakening my skin with the cool of its caress, I remember you. When I follow the cascade of breath flowing in, flowing out, filling, emptying my being, sustaining life without thought or effort, I receive you. When I sit in silence, letting the cacophony of all voices … [Read more...] about Resting With You

In the late-night dark roaches emerge, swarming out of corners to scuttle across my mind. I wake to the sinister sounds of the vast army of them scurrying around, laying eggs of accusation, leaving toxic trails of mockery. I am overrun. By your grace, I remember you. And my small prayer for help seems enough. Your voice whispers warm, rises like first rays of dawn, … [Read more...] about In the Dark