Posted by admin on July 6th, 2010 |
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Once upon a time Jack and Diane went down separate paths. One walked a narrow path and one took a wide path. As life would have it they found folks to love, children to raise and shared life. Through the storms of life and the wounds and brokenness, their marriages were well on to death before they ended. Broken dreams and vows that as a matter of life blew away in the wind of time like the dust in a hot prairie wind. READ MORE
brokenness . Fathers love . guilt . Healing . hope . restoration . shame
Posted by admin on April 19th, 2010 |
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Do you think I can stop needing you? Can a mother push away her only child? Can a man stop the beating of his own heart? If you knew…if you only knew…
Blessed child, you who changed me forever, no one moves me the way you do. I do weep. I do. At the sound of your name. READ MORE
Gods affection . parents love . rest . restoration
Posted by admin on March 29th, 2010 |
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I was lost, now I’m found. Everything seemed pointless and I was wandering aimlessly. Why go to work? Why go back to school? Why get out of bed in the morning? What’s the point? Then I met Jesus. It wasn’t the first time, but it sure felt like it; rekindling those embers in my soul till they billowed into a raging fire. Maybe it was the first time? Maybe I’d only known about Him previously? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. It changed me; saved me; infused my life with color. Some things still seemed pointless, but not me. I didn’t feel pointless anymore. He didn’t take away all my frustrations and life hasn’t been easy. But I’m not pointless anymore. And He walks with me through the pointless things, the difficult things, and the empty things; and they seem somehow less empty. That is Jesus in my life. It makes all the difference in the world to me.
Found . Healing . hope . longing . Lost . restoration
Posted by admin on March 15th, 2010 |
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Here in Your presence, I come with broken heart, Oh restorer of my soul. I humbly come on my face into Your presence, Glory to the King of Kings, Oh lifter of my head, the lifter of my weary broken heart.
For You alone are Holy, knowing the ache of my heart, how I long to see You, to walk hand in hand on mountain path. To rest in your lap, head on Your chest, letting Your heartbeat drown all noise and worry out. READ MORE
Healing . poem . rest . restoration . soaking . still small voice
Posted by admin on March 5th, 2010 |
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Not even a sparrow, worth only half a penny, can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. Mt 10:29
Once upon a time a Momma bird hatched new baby sparrows. One sparrow was bigger and stronger than the other sparrows of the nest. With time, he grew faster, grew grander than his compatriots. There was so little this sparrow couldn’t do and became legendary among the other sparrows. Creatures of the air and land would come from all over to watch this one amazing sparrow fly, soar and sing. Like all things great, many loved him. Many wanted to be like him. Many wanted to be in his presence as it somehow made them more popular, important and special, well, at least so they thought. As many loved our hero the sparrow, others disliked him. Others were critical of him calling him to standards that no mere sparrow could ever live up to. The higher he flew, the louder he sang, the bigger a flock he drew, the more the criticism and out cry for un-sparrow like perfection. READ MORE
Healing . hope . mercy . restoration