Places 39: The Trumpet Call
Pray now, before they lift the trumpets, draw breath to sound the call, before pure metal’s pressed on angels’ lips. Then, watch for hail…
Places 25: Good Morning
Good Morning What? Waking me up before the dawn, expecting me, to praise, to forget myself and sing Your song? No early bird am I. Deprived of rest, shivering in wintry cold wanting warmth and heat to thaw my frigid hands and feet— You say to seek for song? I come up short in weakness […]
Essays in Ephesians #13
Have you ever actually experienced your own twenty-first century version of this verse? Have you ever far off from God and His promises and then, by faith in Jesus Christ, come near to Him and learned that His promises are true?
Essays in Ephesians #5
Paul’s deeply felt gratitude for the faith and love of believers bubbles over. When the Holy Spirit brings life to his words, I bubble up with thanksgiving too. You can read my praise and prayer below and join your gratitude to mine, but better than that, why not reflect on Paul’s words in Ephesian and take a moment or two to thank the Lord for His faith and love in you and yours.
Knowing God through His Word — Part 18
When prayers go unanswered, asking “Why?” may bring insight, but more often it erodes peace and disrupts abiding in God’s love. Most believers already know all the pat religious reasons why God doesn’t give us what we pray for. Usually, the first is doubt . . .
Gleanings —11
Here are more gleanings from the prayers for my children, revised to echo our Heavenly Father’s love for His family. Father, remove every obstacle, heal every hurt, reverse every curse, turn to truth every lie that hinders the pursuit and discovery of Your love for us…
Gleanings — 10
Here are still more gleanings from the prayers for my children. May they align with our Heavenly Father’s heart for us. Today the pronoun changes from they to we.
Father, may we, Your children, know Your love in and through one another. May we discover and treasure the uniqueness . . .
Gleanings — 9
Here are more gleanings from the prayers for my children with more echoes of our Heavenly Father’s heart for His own. “Father, please give my children and grandchildren a revelation of Your love. Let it be a full revelation, a many faceted revelation. “Open their eyes to see Your love in the small details of nature—a squirrel making fresh tracks upon the snow…
Gleanings — 5 (Prayers)
It is straightforward to talk directly to the Lord from our hearts and simply speak out what comes. But when words elude us, written prayers often get us going, like priming a water pump or pulling out the choke to help a sluggish engine turn. May my conversations with God encourage your own.
Gleanings — 3
I’m still gleaning from my old journals —today’s nuggets and crumbs are from 1980 and ’81. I’m still absorbing them—one at a time. On Faith: Jesus believes everything He ever said. Do I believe all I say?
America
This poem is a heartfelt plea for America. It’s not crafted for poetry kudos; it rambles through generalities of hope and pain. Sadly, it reflects today’s media negativity more than the down to earth goodness, strength and stability of our nation. That is another poem. May these words speak to believing friends with differing viewpoints. If you like the message, please share it on your FB page or pass it on.
Praying in the Spirit
I DON’T LIKE the phrase, New levels, new devils. At every “level” I find old devils right where I am. I have trouble separating the idea of being seated with Christ in Heavenly Places with my own limited mental take on “levels.” Climbing up feels like work to me, like aspiring to a position […]
