Monthly Archives: September 2014

This cracked pot

“…Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galations 2:20*



Unleash your creative power

Think a new thought through me

Extend your arms of love

Reaching out to those in need.


You who speckle the sky with stars

And lighten the dark with the moon

Who brightens the day with the sun

Giving flowers to bud and bloom


What would you do through me

Yielded to be your home?

Carry bread to a hungry world

Living water to thirsty souls.


poem and photo by Patty Perkins


Christ lives in me. The magnitude of that statement is mind boggling. Christ in me. Imagine…the Creator dwelling in this cracked pot of a temple and calling it home!

What would He do with a life given over to Him? What thoughts would seep? What acts of mercy extend? What lives would be changed simply because Christ was near?

My hope is to live every day — every moment — believing Christ lives in me.

*The One Year Bible, September 16, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.


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Angel wings

Psalm 57:1 “…I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.”


But I am kept

under angel wings

covered in shadows

where mercy sings.


A place to stay

where else would I go

healing balm drips

on anxious soul.


Jesus keep me

clasped to your side

your cadence my step

my step your stride.


photo and poem by Patty Perkins


The One Year Bible, September 13, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

Casting bread

Ecclesiastes 11:1 “Cast your bread upon the waters, for after many days you will find it again.”*


The morning we took our son to college hung surreal. I mean, hadn’t we just brought him home and what happened during all that in-between time?

Raising kids is like tossing pieces of bread from a bridge over a flowing creek that never stands still. You do your best. You toss in chunks hoping it’s snatched up and processed for good. Some efforts hit the mark. Other efforts sink. Get soaked. Or dissolve and disappear unused. You never really know for sure.

Yet all you can do is keep tossing bread. Because you love them. Because the creek is flowing and carrying them out from under your bridge.

Eventually they disappear from sight and into their own worlds. And the waiting begins…to see what happens from tossing all that bread.

And trusting, it will come back again.

*The One Year Bible, September 5, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.


A life is a book

“You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” 2 Corinthians 3:2-3*


As eyes skim

to find a good read —

may my life

be open to share.


As hearts wait

with pages to fill —

may heaven’s ink

spill there.


photo and poem by Patty Perkins


Hearts are made of pages…places to write God’s love. Some hearts are ready and willing to receive a good word. Others bear graffiti — longing to be doused with a bucket of mercy and grace. All the while reaching for purpose and longing for more.

A man-made book won’t last forever. Time will see to that. But a heart is eternal. Forever. And the quality of that life, the ultimate destination of that soul, can be affected by someone pouring in some good ink. Encouraging them in a way they can eventually pass on to other human hearts. To share their book. Their life.

We were all meant to be authors…to influence another life. To write on lives by sharing ours — from one generation to the next.

So go ahead. Start writing.


*The One Year Bible, August 29, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.