Sunday Psalm: Cannonball

the invitation is clear jump in over my head You await my complete surrender as I obey Your call Deep calls to deep and my spirit within me leaps for joy as my flesh cowers in fear while I stand at the edge of my reason, yet longing to trust myself fully into Your handsContinue reading “Sunday Psalm: Cannonball”

let it flow

Five years ago, I hit a bit of a harder patch than ever before. Injuries, illnesses & secrets revealed combined in an attempt to soak me dry to the bone. Without God, the enemy would have succeeded in fully leaching the life out of me. As it is, God held me even closer, spoke toContinue reading “let it flow”

unadorned cracked pot

We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. 2 Cor 4:7a MSG But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. 2 Cor 4:7 NIV But this beautiful treasure is contained in us – cracked pots made of earthContinue reading “unadorned cracked pot”

dry & weary land

There are places within that are parched, dry, weary. Broken places I have buried for too long. Hopes & dreams I wait for. Wounds that have been partly healed, a crack still open to keep the infection brewing. There is no 100% cure without God. None. You see, the layers within cannot be reached toContinue reading “dry & weary land”

you make me brave when feet may fail

I stand before You now The greatness of Your renown I have heard of the majesty and wonder of You King of Heaven in humility, I bow As Your love in wave after wave Crashes over me, crashes over me For You are for us, You are not against us Champion of Heaven You’ve madeContinue reading “you make me brave when feet may fail”

accepting the blues

The blues are not always a bad thing, you know. Many of my favorite things that help me fight off the blues are, in fact, blue. Hydrangeas, bluebells….I love seeing the shades of blue that are found in a garden. (pic from: Blue jeans.  Oh, how I love to wear my jeans. Its likeContinue reading “accepting the blues”