hit the wall.
drop the jar.
touch a hot iron.
listen to the noise of chaos.
hear the cries of pain.
feel the torch of rejection.
and stand. quiet and still.
feet flat on the ground.
paint the glory of the Cross
on your forehead. your breath
even and calm while life shakes
and rattles around you.
nothing about growth and faith
and hardship is easy.
it is late Saturday night.
my day started with the early
service at church. then, lunch with
and a quick drive to san francisco
to see jan. whatever positive and beautiful
and kind that I could put into today is over.
did i smile at those around me?
grab a warm hand and squeeze it?
feel no judgement for anyone?
only love and compassion and hope?
we live in such a critical, judgemental
society. and more Christians are addicted
to judgement than anyone else in the secular
life can rattle and shake
all around us, but Jesus is our Conqueror.
our steadfast Hope. the music of His songs
still the waters and renew our urgent
longing for deliverance from ourselves.
we are warriors. Jesus is our passion.
and we march together. deliverance shines
on our faces.
i love the artistic, beautiful, little house
i rent from my friends whose
large house in front is theirs.
and, yes, i am hopelessly smitten with my
three month old grandbaby. my daughter-in-law,
who i truly love, is being deployed to dubais for
four months (brandt was deployed to bagdad a year ago),
and i get to take care of colben. he has a head of
black curls. smiles. blows bubbles. and tries to
carry on a conversation. all at 3 months.
let's not judge anyone.
love is the ONLY hope.
love! so simple and clean and
pure. always believing God has
the real picture of all our hearts so
He can do the judging and we can
fight the good fight.
stay the course.
i love you.