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…

Love-ly letter

“I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.”  -Mother Teresa

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.

It’s not you, it’s me

Like two people who had been in love and then one asks for space. “It’s not you.  It’s me.” However, this is not what you think it would be.  This is actually a snippet from a passionate believer’s darkest outpourings to God.  In the counseling session she could calmly state her faith in God:  “God…

or Merry Crisis?

“Who has understood the mind of the Lord, or instructed him as his counselor?” ~Isaiah 40 Gathering the lambs in his arms and carrying them close to his heart there is no more reason to fear the dark.  He is the path to understanding and meaning to the meaningless. The holidays highlight families in unity…

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…

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…