The enemy loves nothing more than to make us forget. No matter how intentional we are about collecting stones of remembrance, determining to hold closely the answered prayers and words spoken over us in the past, we are easily paralyzed by unwanted memories, fear and shame. Only by fixing our eyes on Jesus, choosing to … More Poetry: Remember!
Have you ever talked to yourself? Asking for a friend. 😉 Really, though, I can think of many times throughout my life where self-talk took on the form of a prayer, when I realized I was no longer trying to work out the situation in my own mind but, in fact, crying out to God. … More The Love of Advent
“He’s here.” Can you just imagine the wonder in Mary’s voice as her firstborn son emerged from her womb and she held him at her breast for the first time? Don’t you think the sounds around them faded into the background and all she heard was the thumping of her own heart and the still-wet … More The JOY of Advent.
Mary’s relationship with her cousin, Elizabeth has been a source of fascination for me as Christmas nears. God provided much-needed community for the mother of Christ in Elizabeth, someone…the only one…who could begin to relate to what Mary had been chosen to walk though. As I tried to imagine their conversations, whispered by firelight after … More The Peace of Advent
ELIZABETH, THE MOTHER OF JOHN (Inspired by the book of Luke chapter 1) Along with all the world she stands pregnant. Beneath her heart beats the tiny one of the messenger. This old woman once belittled by the townsfolk, A raisin dried in the desert sun, Now stretching and blooming with life, Elizabeth holds … More The Hope of Advent
Together, we are a coat of many colors gracing the broad shoulders of Jesus. … More The (G)race of Community
A few weeks ago I was the parent in charge of the playground. “Mama, we have to have someone watch us to play outside. Can you watch us?” I looked up from my book and smiled at my son. “Sure.” We left the room full of band students with their assorted books, recorders, drumsticks and … More Boys. A poem about…well…boys!
The poetry bug has freshly bitten and I have enjoyed stretching my creative muscles, finding new words and new ways to express the things that wander through my mind. Here is one…about Autumn, my most favorite of seasons which has, at long last, arrived in Tennessee. As the beauty of my surroundings increases in color … More A Welcome Visitor
What is a Hutchmoot, you ask? Ah…where do I start? How do I describe something so profoundly beautiful and formative? It’s a conference, sure, but it is so much more. I will, at the very least, attempt to explain. More than ten years ago, Andrew Peterson had an idea. A God-given one, I am certain. … More Hutchmoot 2018
Stars above shine bright, distant clouds flicker from within, illuminated by light The power of God on display in skies alive with electric joy, celebrating the end of day Crickets sing in harmony, waves of praise to the Ancient of Days and the lightning beckons me Look up, oh daughter, and see your King’s flashing … More Evening Wonder-A Poem