He is Always on Time

my crown-of-thorns plant "Thorns" I see the thorn-bush set in my path And I ponder the way ahead Can I make my way cleanly around Or must I offer my arms to be torn in the passing? I look for tools to cut away the brambles And I find them waiting for my use Can … Continue reading He is Always on Time

Sharing: Lifting Shame in Our Praying

Anxiety and Shame in Chronic Illness The day was sunny and beautiful as we drove into the parking lot, but I did not feel much beauty in my heart. In fact, sudden tears rose unbidden to the surface as the medical center came into view. I had been to this same parking lot many times … Continue reading Sharing: Lifting Shame in Our Praying

Touch: When God Steps In

As I have been reading Michele Cushatt's latest book, Relentless, a question arose this week that left my heart uncovered and bare: Where have you seen the touch of God, this incarnate God coming to earth, through the touch of others in your life through the years? A poem was stirred as I remembered ... … Continue reading Touch: When God Steps In

Sharing: Christ’s Intercession Within Us

The words of the prayer have echoed through my heart for decades now, lifted to Heaven by my Mother. Her prayer was based upon some of the same Scriptures that my dear friend, Anna Smit has offered through her study of the life of Simon Peter. When Anna asked me several weeks ago if I … Continue reading Sharing: Christ’s Intercession Within Us

Mercy: Sunlight on Frozen Lake

Once more Jesus addressed the crowd. He said, “I am the Light of the world. He who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life.”John 8:12 AMP "Sunlight On Frozen Lake In Wisconsin" --bg Have you felt the chill of winter even though the Groundhog predicted an early … Continue reading Mercy: Sunlight on Frozen Lake

Drops of Creativity

Are you a creative person?  I have some friends who are unbelievably creative, and they find such beautiful expressions for the deep heart that lies within them.  I also have some friends who say that they don't have a creative bone in them.  But I don't believe it. I think that sometimes we look around … Continue reading Drops of Creativity

Mercy in the Withering

  At the back edge of my daughter's yard there stands a gnarled, withered old apple tree. When I spent several days with her last week, I found myself drawn to this tree each morning.  It was the aging of the fruit scattered on the ground and the withering of the leaves that felt familiar … Continue reading Mercy in the Withering