Lord, you know me intimately: my then, my now, my after – as you know all that is in the universe.
If we dare to meet your eyes at this moment, it would help so much if we could see in them that you respect us – not because of what we’ve done or left undone, but because we are fellow humans going through the worst days of our lives.
I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not have needs
He maketh me to be just fine, thank you, and I have it covered
What you said did not hurt me and what you did does not make me angry
But I have a friend you could pray for, she is really having a hard time…
Let’s say that the mister and missus are going outside to dig in the yard. Maybe she needs a new flowerbed, or maybe the septic system is acting up again. One of their two shovels is a little unwieldy; the other is the perfect size, strong and reliable, with a comfortable handle grip.
WHO GETS THE BETTER SHOVEL?
My youngest daughter has a Christmas birthday, and I have always loved it this way. I finally get to decorate winter cakes.
I have been thinking wild things. I have been thinking about my understanding of history, which is pretty much like this…
I’m considering adding a temporary facet: a forum called OtherSpeak in which any reader can submit a document for potential publication on Confessions.
I went to a Supper to taste the Christ, I was so hungry for him. So very hungry after months of vacuity, and when I received the bread he was suddenly there, in me.
“Watch for the Light” makes one of two Black Friday purchases for me. I was amazed by “Bread and Wine,” and am more than willing to attempt the sequel sight unseen.