Tuesday, April 12, 2011


I am dehydrating myself in worry now.
A moment ago, I was full of laughter and joy.
Heart unattached in every way.
The next – I am dry to the bone.
Seduced by Worrisome’s  way.

Dehydrated. Like skin married to
muscle and bone. Restricted in
movement. Liberation deferred.

It has marred my ability to see.
My ability to respond. My ability to
receive or to love. My ability for joy.
My ability to LIVE.

I envision a healthy human body lying on
the earth and slowly his body turns from
healthy to leather to sand. 

Philippians 4:6 says not to worry about
anything but in everything … pray, telling
God what you need and give thanks for
all He has done.

So this flesh that already seems destroyed
by fret now must be crucified even more –
to allow a response to flow in joy and

“Then you will experience God’s peace, which
exceeds anything we can understand. His peace
will guard your hearts and minds as you live in
Christ Jesus.”  - Philippians 4:7

I have been waiting for the roof to drop out. And
You are telling me that what I see as the roof is
nowhere close to what the roof truly is…And even
so, You say, “It will never drop out.”]

Photo found here.

Quench my thirst, God, with Your love.
You are my only hope. You, I thirst for.
Come and quench this dry body. Quench me with
Your sweet, unfailing, powerful Love.

I tell my own soul....

Until I am secure in the love of God.
I will not be secure in this world.

May Your Perfect Love come; wash over me.
Like a blanket, wrap around me.
Cover me.
Dress me.

I will not be afraid of the terror at night.
I will not be afraid of rejection.
I will not be afraid of what will become.

I know I can put my full confidence in You.
Your plan is good and You are good.

Secure me in Your love.
Root and Ground me deeply.

Friday, April 1, 2011

from below the ground

The damage has been done. There is nothing bad about it.
Only hard.  It’s that simple inch toward something more,
something better, yet somehow along the way it is exposing
wounds and fears that I did not know still existed.

There is something You promised in the midst of it all. Some
what of a deep, deep treasure. Something I cannot deny and
something I have to cling to – in hope. In faith. It is Your promise
and it is unchanging. It is Your promise and You have always been
faithful. It is Your promise and You will walk with me and hold me
through it.

Your promise of life.
This season – You are.
This moment – it’s all You.

In brokenness, in fear, in confusion, in the place of wounds,
in fear, in fear, in fear…… Your hand guides me.  Sustains me.
All the days of my life.

You can remove all the mountains in my way – if You wanted
to… and even so, You have given me the authority to do so just
the same.

Every step, no matter how painful or hard, is a step of Your
faithful promise.


I say I must biggie on – one more step.
One at a time.


The laboring for life.

All is well; all shall be well.
This is good & this is God.

I will not be afraid; You are in control. I will not be afraid.
I trust in You. Faithful throughout the ages.
You do not change. You remain the same.

Creator of Life.
Maker of Life.
Giver of Life.

It is Your promise.