Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Learning to Walk


There are days it feels as though we stand before a chasm,
one foot outstretched.  

But its the other days that leave me unsettled now.
For isn't every day uncertain, except for God?

Looking back I shudder, at all the years spent, foot outstretched.

Unaware.

Today, Thanks to God, I walk, eyes on my Savior.  
I look away, I fall.  
Looking up, there's His hand reaching down.


Anything in Jesus Name

Oh how my heart aches
as I think of my home.
Those whom inhabit my memories,
voices that walked with me through the Cotton.

Was I asleep, living a dream, thin as tissue paper?
Am I awake now?  My soul bleeds, scabs torn off. 
Oh God I cry out for those I love.  I plead.
Have you not said I can ask anything in Jesus name?

Monday, February 22, 2010

stick carving (The Challenge)

My friend Glen gave me a very interesting stick recently.
Being very long and narrow with lots of interesting natural knots and twists of the grain, it provided me with a quite a unique carving challenge.

Well, here it is Glen.



Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Love (I Guess this one is for Valentines Day)

Feb.7, 2010  Sunday

I wasn't going to post this writing.  Perhaps I thought some might think me crazy or just weird and flaky (but I should be used to that by now)
Something told me this vision was intended for more than just me.

Today, in church, as we sang praises to God, I closed my eyes and saw a multitude stretching out as far as the natural eye could see and beyond.  They were all singing one song. A song of praise to God.  As the sound rose each individual could be clearly heard.  each persons voice was clear and yet all blended together perfectly.   The most extraordinary thing I have ever heard.  And the Holy Spirit told me what it was.  The sound rising up to the throne of God was composed of individual acts of Love.  Millions upon millions.  Love rising up.  That was what I was witnessing.  Each unique, each a gift.  Each singer a frail human spirit with it's own broken beauty.  I wish I could paint that picture.  I'll hold it in my heart, a promise.  But it was not some time in the far distant future, some fantasy land far off.  I see it clearly.  It is now.