Falling into His Pool of Grace

Popcorn spills all over the floor. Not waking up to a clean house…or a quiet, calm house.  But, this morning. Popcorn.  And young feet pattering…..looking…..searching through treats left out by teenagers the night before. And I implore….  “Pick up the popcorn….  When we make messes, our job is to clean them up.” And little hands innocently […]

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Attacked by Earthly Pleasures

There it was.  On a table. Party platter. People gathered. Luring.  Tempting me. Questioning the authenticity of recent allergies.  Peanuts.  Soy.  Now seafood. Healthy all my life. Never broke a bone.  Hardly had a cold.  Bodies. Only human. Can endure only so much. And although I am set free….I know….consequences of life styles always catch up. […]

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When it Rains

There is a pot that I see. Sitting so bold in front of me. One day, I take this cracked pot out.  And patch it from pieces lying around. I get out color.  Paint it from plain. I want dazzle, beauty, fame. ….from my pot. I work hard.         Diligently.                  Faithfully.                           Day in.  Day out. But eventually […]

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Ponderings from the Pond: Faith

And I read this morning… Your faith must not be a passive faith. For as day’s progress, a spirit of apathy will prevail. And with hardships all around, we moan….But, “We just can’t believe.”  Yet, how many untrustworthy things do we have faith in? Man, who is proven fallible, we cling to…Yet, God who is perfect, we […]

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What about the Fallen People?

Another one fell today.  I heard of her…a stranger with two names.              Felt unloved.                             Didn’t trust.                                               Slowly ducked out of, place of worship. I hear of him. A young one. Betrayed by those betrothed to.              From servant to drug seeker.                             A fallen one.                                               Fell due to, a broken preacher. I read of her.  The questioning one.              […]

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Unmasking Real

And He whispers…..“Be Real”. And yet, I come to him bottled up without notions of what real is. Like a shroud covering….                   Layer over layer.                                                  Felt…but not noticed.                                                                                   So long imposed… And I see them.  The masked.  Religious.  Hiding in black.  And I ache for them. The nameless, faceless ones.Unseen.                   Unknown.                                                 Unnoticed.                                                                                   Unloved… But then, I […]

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