He is The Potter and I am clay. If I forever remain clay in His hands, I will be alright. My steps may be unsteady, but they will be shadowed by Him and that is all I need.
Wednesday, October 1, 2025
A Gathering of Stones
Saturday, August 23, 2025
Escape
Not long ago,
And people.
I know a young man who grew upand into all of this.
He came to church...sporadically.
He was kind and thoughtful.
I loved him, wished to see him more.
We talked about that often.
It was mostly easy conversation.
Comfortable.
Hopeful.
He just seemed distracted, but not distanced.
One day, he found someone
that he was talking about spending his life with.
They came and stood in front of me, his arm around her waist.
Beautiful smiles.
Looking at each other and then back to me.
His eyes, shining with a crystalline blue.
A joy in the both of their hearts that spilled all over their faces.
We talked about a time; maybe a couple weeks down the road,
When we would get together and
discuss what might be next for the two of them.
The date came and went.
My texts went unanswered.
Months later, they walked up to greet me after service.
Remarking how the message had spoken to them.
Same beautiful smiles.
We hugged.
Talked about getting together again.
But we never did.
And now he's gone.
In a tragic story; which doesn't feel like the main point of this.
I believe Jesus' arms were strong enough
to catch him, and keep him.
What I hate is the "in-between" of it all.
The struggle I know he felt.
He had to make choices.
Those choices bore consequence.
I know it.
The church doors were always open.
Many people had offered him sanctuary there,
And even in their own hearts.
But today, I'm thinking about what shapes our choices.
This young man felt he had to leave home at 15 years old.
He tried to navigate life, mostly on his own from that day forward.
The day to day of his experience, so young, had so many more obstacles than mine.
And....I wonder...
Just how hard it must be to escape the whirlpool of
abandoned houses and bikini coffee shops.
Wednesday, August 6, 2025
A Home Coming
It will be
like a coming home
All things will be coming home
Everyone we've had to let go
To a place unknown
When we're fully grown
To a place we've never been
Still, it will feel like we're coming home
of an old ferris wheel
slowly turning a full circle
'Til we step off this ride
And find its all been made new again
As it was in the beginningSo it will be in the end
Our long walk, back to the garden
Friday, August 1, 2025
A Terrible Underestimation
I knew He would listen...to you.
Wednesday, July 16, 2025
THE SIGHTLINE BETWEEN US
Wednesday, July 9, 2025
The Iniquity Crush
Monday, May 19, 2025
Calamity
I can remember as a child being significantly concerned about the random locations of quicksand I may run into, and once caught in that mire, what kinds of body movements could be detrimental to escaping such a calamitous situation. I entered into most forested areas with these thoughts lightly pinging at the back of my mind. After all, if it came into play on Gilligan's Island, Jonny Quest and Scooby Doo, let's face it, we should all be wary about quicksand no matter where we live. I thought, there would be giant signs warning us of these dangers, but I never saw any. Which should have encouraged me to think that is was less of a problem, but it only reinforced the idea that they were well-hidden. These death-inducing hazards were everywhere, but no one lived to tell of their whereabouts.
In fact, they have been no problem at all. (sigh of relief) 😊
Tuesday, April 22, 2025
She Left Her Jar
Wednesday, April 9, 2025
Until Someday
It was a question, that would not be answered.
Thursday, February 27, 2025
Three Times
Peter was a human.