The Power of “Sozo”!

I can’t get it out of my head.  I turn to it.  4:00 in the morning.  Awake in my bed. And after soaking in the church for four decades.  I feel lastly ignorant to the simple steps…it requires to meet Jesus. I mean….I have taught Bible studies. Prayer ministry. Children’s Ministry.  I have done the routine….over […]

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When A Stranger Captures Me. Homeless.

I can’t get him out of my head.  A sunken feeling.  Leaves me breathless. From his image. We pass.  The world dances.  All around. And he sleeps.  As if…. An invisible species.  Many not thinking.  Worth redeeming.  Or feeding…..for that matter. And my husband asks, “Why”….”Why does he capture you so?” And my lips move voluntarily….as […]

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Taking Back Childhood. Then, Giving it Away.

I have been here before. When hair was turned back.  Kept flat by pigtails restraining me from life. But this time, I have a pigtailed one of my own.  And two nearly grown.  Here beside me. Rocks make “C” shape around the wild sea.  And I step out onto white sand seeping deep within my toes. […]

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The Gift From An Ice Blue Eyed Homeless Man.

I got her alone.  My one day short of six year old daughter. Swinging arms.  Holding hands.  Old and young.  Dark and light skinned. Linked. In a love just as strong as any blood ties. Walking down isle.  Laughing.  Street vendor carelessly playing. But this time…. Careless to what people see.  Loving completely.  This little one […]

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When Music Heals & a Broken Girl Finds Jesus.

It lingers. Song of healing. Past the laundry room.  Down the hall.  From her room. The broken one.  Mending. And she is not who she used to be. Any longer. Quiet. Scared.  Fearful. Hiding behind a smile draped across her hurting. Today.  Our eyes can meet.  And I can see her soul.  Barely.  More at some […]

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Finding Faith in an Internally Scared Child

Does an hour go by. On any given day.  That she doesn’t show me her wounds?  A cut.  A scrape.  A tummy ache.  Needing me to stop and take some time to.  Ask questions? Learn? Listen? Knowing…. The wounds that can’t be seen are those most great of all.  The one’s that band-aides will never heal….those […]

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