Grandad’s Training

I was in the midst of scanning childhood photos my mom had compiled into an album for me some time ago. The resulting sketch personalized and lent realism to the picture of my granddad, sister and me. I sat on grandad’s lap to play,       Engrossed in “Birdy fly away.” And when I heard his…

Beach Blessing

In early 2010 I joined the celebration of this sweet wedding on the beach in West Palm Beach, Florida. It was such a poignant picture of the Holy Spirit showing up to bless this union between two imperfect people brought together by God’s grace. They were ministers at a local congregation. I added the dove…

Wrestling to Rest

It’s not in our own strength we conquer this day;       It’s only in Him we will find the best way. Surrender and worship: the key to His best.       It’s only in this way we enter His rest.

My Heart’s Home

Oh, give me a heart with sole solace in You;       Convinced that there’s no other one to pursue. And give me a soul that endures wrenching loss;       Assured of the healing that comes from Your Cross. And help me to rise from my pity and pain;       Releasing the need of assigning the…

Cinderella’s Ball

The first time I felt the magic of dance was when I partnered with a platonic friend for the last waltz of the evening. Raised with a “no dancing allowed” religious restriction marked this as a milestone! You filled aroma’s room, Like roses blush in bloom. I sidled to your side, With heart, that could…

Whittled Words

My Poem that became the basis for my writing! Whittled words, fitly fashioned;        Hesitant but impassioned. Breath of God, humble desire;       Touch these words with holy fire. In 1998, while navigating a challenging life event, I crafted this poem that now serves as a poignant reminder, guideline, and overarching description of my writing:…

Can I trust Him?

Can I trust when I don’t see my way?       Can I trust Him if just for today? Can I set all my “learning” aside;      While believing, He surely will guide? It is good that my mind will craft plans;      That will surely keep busy my hands. For it’s He Who my steps…

Butterfly Wishes

Was it better walled in comfort’s womb?       Wrapped so warmly there, a hopeful tomb? Waiting, workless, fed by unseen hands,       Placed so timely by the Master’s plans. Moses’ desert bush by flaming words,       Set his heart aglow, for he had heard. Jacob’s wrestling angel in his night,       Timely set his soul…

The “Who” vs. the “Do”

I’m a Human Being, not a Human Doing! “Look what I did; see my work!”        Pride, though present, doubts still lurk. “You can do it,” many said.        “Just step out; just go ahead.” “I can’t do it, it won’t be.”        Used to be my doubter’s plea. Still, inside, my deep desire,       …

Fragrant Flower

A woman, like a flower awakes with morning sun. Her smile will shine each hour until the work is done. But when she is offended, by chance or by design; Her world is then upended she offers no more wine. So here is my wise insight: Embrace these words of mine. Imbue your words with light and…

Humble Beginnings

I’m glad He came through humble means; Amid the din of daily scenes. And not arrayed for royal reign; To live, then die with poignant pain. He paid the purchase price for me; With Him, I’ll live eternally. So now I live this daily grind; Assured my future’s sealed and signed!

Rip Van Winkled

Am I awake, or do I dream; And has life started anew? Box ajar, broken a seam; How will I know what to do! Elicited by the story Rip Van Winkle. Photo courtesy of House of Themes. When life’s continuity is interrupted or destroyed, a choice emerges to embrace new possibilities or to “go back…

New Beginnings

Decisions I’ve made are now all in the past;       And now His good guidance has my future cast. I’ll rise from my knees; leave my pleas of regret;       His Word clearly says He’s not done with me yet. And I am not trapped by my foibles and fear,       So now I will…

Heaven. Can’t Wait!

Several public personalities passed recently. Prominently, at 92, Barbara Bush, wife of our 41st President, George HW Bush. Knowing how beloved she was, and having observed her public persona for decades, triggered a more pronounced sense of loss. On a personal plain, the father of one of my daughter’s best friends lost his battle with…