come at some peril to watch
The wind do what it wills
And the river contend with it
Begetting crests then waves, blues then greens, blues then greens
A million times a million times a million
Breathing in and out, back and forth all the way to the sea
Of clouds above us
haloed in the most unearthly light
Oh ordinary sun, willing to be
Obscured, taken for granted
Like the God who made you
And all your endless
This morning, 40 minutes before an exam in his class!!!!!!!! my son silenced his alarm, thought he had turned his phone on, then went back to sleep…with his cellphone still on airplane mode… his landline casually unplugged.
And his mom was in a frickin’ panic.
I had spent some time studying with him over the weekend so I happened to know how much the quiz was going to impact his grade and that he was not going to be allowed to switch sections to take it with a later class.
So I prayed.
I prayed to God, but I also prayed to neighbors.
I prayed to two neighbors on the first floor who then prayed to a third neighbor on the floor above Sleeping Beauty.
Thank God for good neighbors, and for the reminder that I need to be
A good neighbor.
Luke 10:29 and 15:6
It is a simple enough word
A blanket over me
The cleft of a rock
A bit of plastic tenting
as the storm blows in
Stretch wings of splendor over our history of blood
Turn your head to the side little girl
To the past where we both came from
And imagine for a minute
A world without cover
The shadow of majesty
Passing over us
Leaving us all
We do the parable of the king who invites people to a wedding feast for his son. People ignore the invitation so he finds street people to come. There are some messengers hurt and killed in the process.
When the indigent dudes get ready for the clambake (uh, wedding) one is wearing his beat up, stinking work clothes. The king asks why he has not changed into the provided wedding clothes.
He was oppositional defiant and didn’t feel like it.
So he got kicked out into darkness with “weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
We talk about the messengers–prophets who told the truth and got hurt for it.
My daughter, who was five when we discovered and stopped what was happening to her, begins to tear up as she talks about the church and friends and family who could not handle our story.
We cherish those who did.
It is a hard thing to tell the truth and lose your community.
It is a harder thing to lie and lose your soul.
Isaiah 25:8,11 (NIV)
he will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth. The Lord has spoken.  They will spread out their hands in it, as a swimmer spreads out his hands to swim. God will bring down their pride despite the cleverness of their hands.
Kept having the same dream
The water be gone
I look for it
Watch it pour down
Look to the clouds for rain
Plead to the Lord
Rain come down
Wash my sin away
Give me the hands
To spread through
Source of the
Girl I once was
There was a moment in time when I held them
Fear flooded my mind
So that the moment/the babies/the mother I was then
Is cut into amber
She breaths in and out deliberately
Wanting to shelter
These two little ones
From inevitable Monsters
My brother hurt me in unimaginable ways. He broke my trust in love and in childhood. I know he hurt everybody else in my family in all these ways too. Sometimes I wish that he would have to face God for what he did. I wish that he would be punished for what he did because it is not okay that he did it and he hurt our family.