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I Declare…

My childhood was a bit eclectic when it came to speech. From deep south ‘Well I declares’ to out west trend setting phrases. I’m finding words are not wasted in the Bible. Each purposeful, each calling attention. Many times in the book of John…

Hold My Hand…

Sometimes we just need to squeeze a hand that loves us. During labor I watched as my daughter fiercely squeezed her husband’s hand. When I got close to her face once she grasped my hand with all her might as well. And when her…

A Little Help Here…

Do-it-yourselfer? Got it handled? Not so much… Accepting help isn’t always easy for me. Somehow it makes me feel ‘less than’. That I’m not smart enough, strong enough, good enough. And so it is with too many of us when it comes to seeking…

What’s Ahead?

Truth? For everyone who ever has, is, or will walk this earth – nothing is static. Life changes – sometimes gradually, sometimes in an instant. About two thousand years ago Jesus’ cousin John was born. His papa hadn’t been able to speak since learning…

8:45am

Funny how we mark things with time – the year of the hurricanes, September 11, 2001, the call this morning from a tearful child “I’m on my way to the emergency room”. The slow motion moments. Moving at the speed of light to get…

Strong In…

A hurting world cries out ‘where is justice’ ‘where is relief’ ‘where is help’? A son kills his father, policemen fear for their lives along with those they defend – and locked doors don’t protect. Rioters in the streets and rich young sports figures question what…

All Things…

Thunder rumbles loud. Barely noticed by those beneath the grey sky. Our noisy world hardly hears a siren, an explosion, a cry for help. Hearing only what is important at the moment. The phone call, the broken printer, the angry client. But thunder rumbles for a reason, song…

Brushstrokes…

At dusk last night clouds were backlit by a soon setting sun. Pinks took over where white puffs had just been. Streaks of peach arched from west to east. A canvas stretched sky wide. Brushstrokes of the Master Artist. This morning a bluest blue canvas greeted…

And…the Brave

   For a four year old the shallow end of the pool is safe, but the deep end, forget it. The shallow end is where we want our lives to be – safe, familiar, nothing we can’t handle. In this life, before we know it, something…

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