A cacophony of discontent is the fruit of a well-fed love of leisure. Feed it with your bitterness and water it with pride and soon enough the children will not just echo your own cries, but they will amplify and multiply all of your replies.
Break us, Lord
Psalm 10 1Why, O LORD, do you stand far away? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? 2In arrogance the wicked hotly pursue the poor; let them be caught in the schemes that they have devised. 3For the wicked boasts of the desires of his soul, and the one greedy for gain curses […]
Tears will be gone
One day all our tears will be poured out of the bottle they’ve been stored in, poured like spring rain down an eternal drain and we will only sing and rejoice that all is made new and never weep again. Until that day we sing through our tears and give Jesus our fears, looking up […]
Faithful Hurt
Oh, faithful hurt, the one that heals, that breaks and wounds the heart that feels, come once again and bid me die, tell not my soul a lovely lie. Tell not my heart to heed itself, nor tell my mind to trust its doubts, but wound them gently with your help whose whisper drowns out […]
Forced Fruits
The silence is long in the night of the soul where the darkness wraps ’round her like a deepening well. But you’re breaking up ground that’s as hard as a rod and you’re growing her roots through the clay and the clod. The spring lies beneath the frost hardened earth that you’re forcing away, and […]
Random unpublished post from two years ago…
I just found this old post in my unpublished folder of post-drafts. Funny how passionate I was about this. And how much I wanted to get across the whole listhp thing. Haha! The Fruit People Are Out to Get Us I just know it. The fruit people and Home Depot. They don’t like mothers. They […]
All things new…
(Note: The book giveaway is still opened – until Friday night! Please pass the word and link on to any of your friends whom you think might be interested in it!) Every year at our church we have an Easter art display for all ages from the tiny kids on up to the grandparents. Every […]
