Faith is the assurance of things unseen… I had been feeling the tugging at the core of my being. Seen it on the horizon. Had dreams that the crib we leave open for foster children wasn’t going to be empty for too long. My mind saw no name, or age, or date…but my spirit saw a […]
On The Edge Of Faith. Afraid to Jump. Where Our Foster Daughter Finds Jesus.
She sits on the edge of diving. Diving into a world foreign to what she knows. She waits. Hesitates. Wants to know…. Is it real? Will this hurt me? Can I really be….something other than what I have been being? And I see the war. So tangible. Waking me in sleeping hours, to help her fight […]
Faith Like A Surfboard
What draws them to the water’s edge? When sharks lurk. And a surfer just got killed a day before they go? What is it in my son’s blood….that drives him to the only place, he feels alive and is ever home? And was it bubbling over, in my husband. Also. Long before we met? This ocean’s […]
How Captives Are Set Free. And Your Part in it All.
“You are an intercessor.” Ex-pastors wife says. Among bubbles. And sun. And watermelon crying out for harvest. And it is like when you hear your name in a flooded room. And you turn. And question….. “Is that really me they’re calling?” For it has been some time. Since knees lay raw. On carpet floor. Crying out […]
A Father’s Tribute: Dancing with God
Strength. Character. An unshakeable burden for truth. A defender. An anchor. Resilient through and through. A listening ear. A man of few words. An immoveable shoulder that would hold his little girl….when the pain of this life offered no words. But, most of all….with my Dad……I remember how we danced. My tiny feet carefully balanced…..on his […]
When Silence Speaks. And a nearly 100 yr old Aunt.
It’s been awhile. But, then, it’s Mother’s Day. And she has no children. I creep in. Unnoticed. Just a silhouette. Me. Her niece. Forgotten a long time ago. All because of Alzheimers. But, this time. So close to death. Her mis-wired head….leaves her with no words. And she is absolutely beautiful. And why is the silence…..most […]