Hold on; don’t let go

I met a new friend, precious and true and in great agony, suffering, tormented over his dear family under a great weight of sorrow.  Unraveled. Hard to breath under the waves of chaos, burden, loss and tension and they are rolling in fast.  Such a rush…a swell. God declares truth in the storm:  “Don’t be…

A circle of quiet

A Circle of Quiet, ( The Crosswicks Journal) by Madeleine L’Engle is a small collection and reflection on faith. Madeleine is vulnerably profound when teaching students.  Specifically when it comes to faith & writing.  She recites a particular seminar with high school students which struck me. When asked if Madeleine really and truly believed in…

At the edge of our inabilities

To become whole, healed and hearty; we have to befriend and reconcile with ourselves by not trying harder to produce something we cannot. Do you know what people do with ruins?  They scan silently, reverently, and assess the sacred holy; sometimes taking pictures to remember and thank God it did not happen to them or…

What can nature teach us?

Faithful is who God is, we withstand the winter hoping for what lays beneath The sun will rise in the morning. Changes will proactively come by God’s tender handiwork. We are on our way.

A counselor’s note

The human emergency is like the boat in the storm ~ while Jesus is napping.  It would be better for us to curl up at his feet and hold on for dear life to his hem ; but we usually don’t; neither did Peter or John. We scream, “Do something!  Fix it!  Now!”  In a…

not yet

I listened to an inspirational message on “joy.”  The Bible teacher made reference to living fiercely and intentionally; not in dread.  It was a well done sermon saturated in Truth, but I waited for what never came.  The missing component of “not yet.” I wished during the last 5 minutes or so of his sermon…

Backed into a corner

Lord, your beauties, babies and saints are backed into a corner. We are trying to be a credible resource when the world is tilted and upside down. I just spoke with my friend who incredulously retold the story of her cousin captured, murdered and his body destroyed by the enemy …Muslim, Christian, and governmental chaos…

The lady with no eyebrows

Open our eyes with no eyelashes “I have no eyelashes or eyebrows.  I just feel part dead.  Can you help me draw on some eyebrows at least while I go through this chemotherapy?”  She continued with eyes downcast. At a high-end, anchor department store I spotted her wilted self  near the makeup triage for Lancôme,…

What is a “storm family?”

I first heard the expression from Garrison Keillor describing a Lake Wobegon memory, “My storm family…” Meaning; on your walk home from school, the ice shanty, the local Methodist church; sets of children were assigned a place of shelter to stop and find comfort in the midst of a snowy-white-out blizzard in case they only…