Sunday, June 09, 2013

welcome to the draft

I have been called to duty. I have been saved, loved, held, washed clean and given a new heart. Now I stand up and testify. Is this any different than a man who preaches, teaches, pastors, leads?
OH, But I am a woman. Is my testimony flawed? Is there a reason to deny me the joy of sharing my experiences with the Holy Spirit?
Oh, sure, but only to other women, or children. Not in front of men.
Who would believe that this is reasonable?

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Suffice It Tomorrow

People like me take the hardest route. Maybe because the payoff just isn't worth it unless someone has given their pound of flesh.
This time, though, I say the pounding has been done and no more.

Give us this day, our daily bread.

Your life... my contentment.

Thank you.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

the new 16


61 is the new 16

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A New Year

You don't live in time, do You?
Ageless One, You prevail. Amen

Saturday, November 12, 2011

What Have I Done

where are You?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Your Visit

You came at just the right time, when
in worship, we knew we wanted to see you.

we knew if we pressed in a little more,
you would show up.

we knew because you've never let us down.

and we were hungry, we were thirsty, we were desperate.

And there You were. Spirit of Life. Sweet love's desire.
Holy Fire!

And here you are.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Praise

You are my Hope
my Sanctification, my Justification
my Jubilation!

You are my Life,
falling down, I worship you.
Staying in Your presence
is my desire

Holy Fire

Tend the coals of my heart's true
treasure
Untold Glories, Unimaginable Measure!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Clouds of Witness

Oh cumulus beauty towering in the firmament above
whitened beyond earths' comprehension

Sanctification stands before me
in my unwashed and drunken state

Oh, Witnesses of His Glory!
How is it that you are revealed to me now?

Broken and ashamed, your faithfulness
contrasts my weakness

by the infinite measure of love
cast aside for the paltry and despicable
flesh

believing a lie, that Hope had washed ashore
after the wreckage of my dreams
the dog returned.

Oh Cloud of Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
who faithfully gave it all,
how beautiful you are.

Saints in the Halls of Heaven, not statues
of marbled stone, cold and shaped by man,
but hearts of fire, fueled by the Love of Him
who gave His Life freely,
the Rocks, the Church, His Bride.

My vision, my souls answer in it's inevitable search
for Beauty and Purpose, you stand before me

and I say yes, I want to join you, I want to be one
who stands for Him.

I know I am not worthy and I know I do not deserve this
call to Grace, but I am desperate for Him
and will do whatever it takes

to be called His friend and yours.