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Insane is the only way to describe the week.  A grappling hook of life has grabbed me by the collar and dragged me across the past week.

Running through life at break-neck speed, to arrive at a hotel and slow down before taking off again.

Sitting stoically trying to place order to all that swims around in my mind, I look down at the pattern in the carpet. It  looks like snakes swimming in a blue sea. The muscles in my back tighten around my spine as I look away.

Too much imagination (I don’t like snakes).

The blank wall that holds my stare, as my eye lids slowly rise and fall, resisting the slumber that still clutches the body  that has been sleep deprived.

This earthen vessel that has been used full-out over the years is tired.  Cheerleading, gymnastics, teaching step aerobics with weights, and running have taken its toll on the joints.

And running.

Running after dogs that have escaped the yard.

Running after children,

Running after teenagers,

Running a 5K for charity,

Running to keep up,

Running to fit-in,

Running ahead,

Running behind,

Running in circles,

Running at the mouth,

Running into walls,

Running like a chicken with its head cut off!

And then there are times, when I run with intentional purpose, vision, with an over flowing cup, excited and ready.

Looking for opportunities for to share the over flow of my soul with any who are weary.

I hear doc in the next room.

Together we run as one.

Together we are more and more becoming one,

One good set of eyes,

One good set of ears,

One good set of hips and back…

Running as one this race of life.  Together dodging the obstacle in the path, holding on to each other when the grappling hook indiscriminately grabs one of us, as the other tries to stay grounded.

Again my eyes drift back to the sea of snakes posing as carpet, and smile as I realize, they are under my feet and I walk on them.  Just as I should be.

And the God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet.  The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you” (Romans 16:20 NIV)


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And the Angels Shouted for Joy

And the Angels Shouted for Joy.

And the Angels Shouted for Joy

“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?

Tell me, if you understand.

Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!

Who stretched a measuring line across it?

On what were its footings set,

or who laid its cornerstone—

while the morning stars sang together

and all the angels shouted for joy? (Job 38: 4-7)

Saints and Scripture Sunday


Blessed is the one who persevere under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life, which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.  James 1:12 NAS

Saints and Scripture Sunday

A Message Sent in DNA

A Message Sent in DNA.

A Message Sent in DNA

Soap and Baby Lotion are her fragrances. She clutches the blanket, whose color is of tenderness, and whose lace took days to make. Long chocolate ringlets cascade over my shoulder. Her forehead hides in the bend of my neck, and my hair covers hers, as I whisper to her softly, words of life.

Gently we rock in the coolness of the night.

How amazing it is to witness the next generation. How bless to have her heartbeat resting on my heart, as we wrap our arms around each other. This is my reward for not resigning from parenthood during those teen years.

I have heard it said, “Children have never been good at listening to their parents, but they have never failed to imitate them.” This can be for the good or for the shame of both parent and child.

The daughter, who had me pulling at the roots of my hair, and learning to dig deep in the Word for wisdom, has blossomed into the most amazing mother.

Once in a while, I will allow myself to smile, as I recognized my voice or actions in my daughter’s. Then, I know that I did the job well. Despite many boundaries pulverized, and restrictions that limited her movements, and mine as well, she learned the life lessons taught, and is now teaching them to the next generation.

Yes, teach a child in the way she should go and when she is old she will not depart from it. How many times did I quote that Bible verse, daring to believe that it would be true? (Proverbs 22:6)

And the tiny hand of the next generation is covered in kisses, as it curls around my finger.

Neil Postman once wrote, “Children are the living messages we send to the time we will not see.

May my message to a time I will not see be:

To Find the Good,

Seek Pure Truth,

To Give Thanks in All Things, knowing that He who is with you from the beginning of time, will see you through to the end, and then bring you home, again.

What about you? What messages do you hope to send to a time you will never see?

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When Love Hurts You

Lying on the floor cradling my pounding head in the crook of my arm, drawing the design of the rug with my finger while clutching tissues.  In the past twenty-four hours, the thing that I fear has come upon me.

Walking in he announces the promise he made before God, family and friends is a lie.  A woman from our Sunday School Class was now the love of his life.

I replay the scene over and over in what is left of the cerebral.  Emotions have been cried numb.  There is so much to do.  I need to find a job, find a lawyer, tell the children, tell their teachers; life-changing decisions need to be made, and rising from the floor in the darkness of morning is a greater task that I can accomplish.

Today I’m with my friend Laurie Wallin over at Living Power Life Coaching.  You can read the rest of this story by clicking here. I hope you will come by and introduce yourself.  We would love to hear from you!