where my heart and His Story collide
Floats and Ducks Floats float. (Surprising, I know.) They sit safely upon the surface of the deep water and hold up whatever sits upon them. That's their job. And they do it well, unless they're losing air—then, whatever they're holding up sinks. (Again... Surprise!) So, for years I was obsessed with thinking a life of… Continue reading Floats and Ducks and The Deep
The past has a way of sneaking up on you. Things you thought had been long dealt with can reappear in surprising fashion. Pain is often like that, too. It cuts awfully deep, so wounds never really seem to altogether disappear in life. And, wow... right now I'm right there. In a pit of deep… Continue reading Either Jesus, Or…
Sweet friends, there are rarely easy or satisfying answers to all the "Why's?" in this life. (Frustratingly, enough!) And, it really seems that no matter how well we may think we understand people or know the Bible or Jesus, we're often left shocked, surprised, or simply sitting in silence with all these unanswered questions. And… Continue reading Jesus, The Object
Death. The worst possible thing. Until you realize it was the only thing that could change anything. The reason this day is good… the reason Jesus' death is good… is because, from the moment of our birth, we live lives in direct rebellion to our Creator. To The One that wants to be Our Father.… Continue reading A Very Good Friday
I'd like to begin this whole thing with a bit of full disclosure... This post has been a rough one. It's also way long (likely too long according to some standard of which I clearly don’t follow), so it's split into three. But, I've honestly no idea the rules for sharing multiple parts... one per… Continue reading Turn and Be Healed, In Jesus (Part One)
Oh Father, I believe, but help my unbelief... How do I hope against all hope? Wait for the healing that hasn’t come yet? Long for the repair of what is broken while still staring at the pieces of what's left? What happens during the now and what’s next... When the faith I depend on can’t… Continue reading Scattered Prayer on a Worn Out Path…
Sharing some thoughts pondered this past Good Friday... With words we tried to trap him. With accusations we hoped to quiet him. With authority we began to chase him. With a plan we set to catch him. With a capture we thought we had him. With the charges we chose to blame him. With an… Continue reading With His Death
Dedicated to Weapon... We break. We’re broken. Death splits wide open hearts we never seem to mend. Death of a dream. Death of a love. Death of the ones we will dream of, Yet, never to hold here again. Left limping and wounded And, torn all apart. We search for the why, We sit in… Continue reading From Death to Love
Darkness threatens a heart to fear. Yet your voice, it calls out; Can I give an ear? Though this looks so overwhelming; Too much; No use. This life seems too broken; Closed up; So bruised. My heart and my flesh may fail; My strength, give way. I need to know the Peace You promise this… Continue reading Peace, Like a River
