An ocean deep

“This is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.” I John 4:10

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Love is not based on our love for God. That foundation would be unstable at best because it’s based on human capabilities. Love is based on what God did for us. He sent his Son as a sacrifice for our sins. All other love springs from that foundation…or is it an ocean?

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An ocean deep,

Is the well of God’s love—

where springs begin

and rivers flow—

it’s endless depths

no man can know.

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On shores of sand

 foundations collapse—

yet tides of mercy pull

and waves of grace call—

God’s ocean reverberates

for one, for all.

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A bridge to God

Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did.” I John 2:6

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So, how did Jesus walk?

Jesus broke bread and fed crowds; he fried fish for his hungry friends. Jesus broke tradition and spoke with a Samaritan woman. He did not condemn one caught in adultery. Jesus put mud on a blind man’s eyes and welcomed little children. He accepted an extravagant gift of perfume and wept over a good friend’s death. Jesus dipped bread with a traitor and died for sins he didn’t commit.

That’s how Jesus walked.

He walked in humility. He served others. He fully accepted God’s call on his life. Jesus came to connect with people and provide a way to God. He became the bridge to God.

Am I a bridge to God? A connector? I wonder if others find the way to God when they see my life, or do they see barriers that send them in another direction. Would I be willing to break with tradition or muddy my hands if it meant becoming a bridge?

Lord, push barriers away, that nothing keep others from coming to you. Help me walk as you walked. 

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May others find their way to God

When on my path they trod.

May barriers be pushed aside—

 An open bridge beckon wide. 

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Faith takes wing

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1

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Faith takes wing

and flaps to the sky,

not knowing the how—

but trusting he will—

come through.

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Faith is flying on air

I cannot see.

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Believing God can do something is only half the equation. He calls me to put feet to my faith, or, take wings to the sky. I play an active role in his response to my prayers.

Faith is action. Doing. Moving forward. Faith is not sitting around and waiting—unless that’s what he said to do.

Faith is pushing past worry and fear. Past the past and into the future. Faith is marching around a city for seven days; it’s leaving Egypt and crossing the sea as on dry land. Faith is flapping wings and flying into air that can’t be seen.

And when you’re a writer…faith is pressing “send”.


A very small rudder

“Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go.” James 3:3

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Ever notice how some people always seem to have the right words to say? I know someone whose very presence speaks grace, love, and acceptance. Her words steer the attitude of the room in a good direction.

As a small rudder steers a big ship, so the tongue steers the direction of life. Control the rudder and control the ship. Control the tongue and control life’s destination.

It sounds simple enough, but how do we control the unruly tongue? Only God could do such a thing.

It seems we must get to the source of the flowing spring of words—the heart. Change the heart and change what streams out of it. Change what streams out and chart a new course for the day, the relationship…the life.

Then yes, Lord, change my heart. Fill me with your compassions and mercies. May they flow freely and guide this ship through an ocean of grace.

“…For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.” Matthew 12:34


At potter’s wheel

“For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.” Psalm 103:14

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Here I sit, a pile of dust,

Bending to the potter’s touch.

From inside out I yield,

Fightings within—stilled.

Living water, beget me fusible,

Shape me into a vessel…usable.

May something beautiful churn,

From the wheel’s steady turn.

Remember always that I am just,

A pot created simply of dust.

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This Thanksgiving take the high road

“Hatred stirs old quarrels, but love overlooks insults.” Proverbs 10:12 (Living)

“Your own soul is nourished when you are kind…” Proverbs 11:17 (Living)

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Ignore the arrow

look past the jab—

be the one to move on.

Leave the low road

choose the high road—

let love cover past wrong.

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When extra portions of relatives are served in multiple courses strung out in all kinds of settings, yesterday’s quarrels can simmer on the back burner—waiting to be stirred.

What keeps us picking up the puckering persimmon? It’s the emotion we’re embarrassed to admit, yet find so hard to leave on the shelf. Hatred is a stirring spoon that feels good in the hand, but dishes up a bitter aftertaste.

Here’s a dare to lay down the agitated stirring spoon and pick up a ladle of love. Love that overlooks insults. Love that spoons sugar into the green beans and dollops whipped cream on pumpkin pie. Love that satisfies the palate and says, this is good. Serve the kind of love willing to take the high road and overlook insults—allow them to fly by unaccepted.

Be the one to set a table full of kindness. Kindness that offers a seat and helps carry the load.  Kindness that settles, soothes and despite cutting the pie into enough pieces to go around, manages to remain whole.

Because kindness somehow sneaks back into the giver. It boomerangs into a nourishing balm for one’s own soul and is always needed. Always.

This Thanksgiving, may love and kindness be served in abundance

and may they start with me.


Held secure

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39

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Choosing a candidate to vote for in this year’s election left me uncertain. I had to edit out a lot of jargon to get down to issues that mattered most. And even then, still wondered if I was doing the right thing…

And then, on election day, I came across this: Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Not the future. Not powers. Nothing in all creation. The highest mountain, the deepest ocean, the farthest star in the sky can’t separate us from God.

Whatever direction our country takes, those who follow God will continue to be gripped in his arms forever. We are held secure in his love.

No leader or politician can rip us from his grasp; nothing can disconnect us from his love. God’s love is constant and sure, all-encompassing and far reaching. His love is greater than election outcomes.

Lord, let fear and uncertainty fall away.

You reign sovereignly over all and your love endures forever.

Thank you.

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“For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or power or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” Colossians 1:16-17