Dawning Praises

Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song.  —Psalm 57:8 You sing for me and the mountain before the others  rise, and I feel as if I could listen  to this symphony, your warbles and the quaking  leaves, until Jesus walks me home — suchContinue reading “Dawning Praises”

The Labor of His Soul, Isaiah 53:11, NKJV

My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot, like a root in dry ground.  There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him.  He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. — Isaiah 53:2-3, NLT It sometimes feels as thoughContinue reading “The Labor of His Soul, Isaiah 53:11, NKJV”

Perfecting Faith

I feel as if we have met  the saturation point, no one  more thing can be added,  no grief, no illness, no tragedy, no protest, no shortage — we have reached the point  of not being able to hold  one more hard thing,  but this is life —  death and calamity  and everyday difficulties  areContinue reading “Perfecting Faith”

Redemptive House

In the gray places  of my soul before  I even know to call out, He is there. In the wrestling hour of night, the nudging that keeps me unsure, those times my mind cannot control the volume of thought, when the wave  upon wave of incessant uncertainty pounds me to a shallowness I can stillContinue reading “Redemptive House”

Open Invitation

I wonder what You  look like as You listen; I can never envision  a face; I just feel  a nudging presence,  a calmness, an open invitation  to speak or just listen.  In the dark night watches, those 3am  awakenings, I often imagine the sky  and ache to fall past  that expanse of deep blue intoContinue reading “Open Invitation”