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”
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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”
Poetic Meanderings 