Turn Aside

Strolling through a canopy of fire.
Leaves, like sparks, pop and swirl,
Surround and entwine me within
Glowing gold, red, orange.
Breathe it in; Oh the beauty!

I have traveled long distances
To seek the burning bushes before.

But I’ve discovered bushes burn in my own backyard.
And gilded sidewalks line my own city.
I need not search the ends of the earth
For a beauty that presents itself in this local place.

This place, this time, now…
If I turn aside to see.



Missing Them

It’s quiet, so very quiet.
Am I walking in circles?
Wandering around my own house like a stranger?
What did I have to do again?

I find myself in the doorway,
A lonely ache floods that empty spot in my soul.
This colorful room with equally colorful memories,
Colors now gloss over, blurring.

I should go back to what I was doing…
What was I doing again?

Instead, I step in,
Greeted by our old friend, bookcase, filled to the top with favorites.
I slide my hand over a cover, Narnia,
Close my eyes and inhale the printed pages.

Turning, I leap onto the bed,
Snuggling tight with Mickey, Boo and a host of Uglydolls.

Oh the memories…
With Tara and Tori, tears flowing over Little Ann and Old Dan,
Holding our collective breath as Frodo walks into Mordor,
Amanda goodnight-ing the moon, her room.

I squeeze the dolls tight.
They become my little girls.
Where did the time go?
I rest in this place a little longer.

I miss their childhood, I miss their presence.
It’s time for me to grow up;
They did.
It seems I worked myself out of a job.

Although I cannot squeeze them or read to them,
We still talk and dream together,
While the prayers never cease for them.
Mom-ing never stops.

But “Mom” never was my job description.
Daughter is.

So Abba, Daddy, thanks.
You always love me,
Sharing Your stories with me.
We make new stories, play and dream together.sillygirls

My daughters are really your daughters,
New stories to tell, new dreams to dream.

My hand brushes across my eyes.
Slowly I rise…
What did I have to do again?
Oh yeah, laundry.


I adore words. Big words, little words, words that sound like rocks…?! nvm

In the cool of the mornings I like to sit on my back deck and hang out with Jesus. Most of the time the sounds of the forest call out to me and share His love.

Intrigued by the sounds this morning, I tried to capture them in words. What was that crazy word that is a word that sounds like what it is?…. Oh yeah, the coolest word ever – onomatopoeia – tada!


Jumbo juicy raindrop – plop
Charming cherry cardinal – trill
Passive perching squirrel – chirrup
Whispering willow leaves – swish

Just to make sure I got that word right, I looked it up on the fount of all wisdom, the internet. The definition got me stuck in a thought.

Onomatopoeia means more than I expected: making or creating names. I remember reading a couple of stories about people who did just that.

On the other hand, words that sound like real-life sounds are called echomimetic. Those words are imitations or echos of sound.

You know, Christians are stuck in echomimetic mode. Yup, we copy the past, each other, the music, the experiences, the jargon… Face it we are copycats. Not much new going on here, kind of an echo of past glories without the original Glory.

But God is still in onomatopoeia mode. He calls those things that be not as if they are. He makes all things new. He created the world with creative words and gave Adam the commission to create names for all living things. He used creative methods for healing, delivering and teaching. Not once did He copy his previous method.

I want to live an onomatopoeia life. Start each project with fresh creative eyes, as if it had never been done before. Create an atmosphere of hope and love with my words. The only constant i need is Jesus.

Oh, BTW, did you know there is an onomatopoeia dictionary? Really, there is http://www.writtensound.com
Aren’t you glad you read to the end?

New Thing

Rumbling in my spirit
Food can not satisfy
Drink will not quench

Awake O Sleepers
Feel the rhythm
Cadence calls

“I can hear the rhythm
of the Lion of the tribe of Judah
He’s doing a new thing
So we’re singing a new song”*

I tire of old wine skins
Stretched and wrinkled
I am like bottled-up wine
New wine skins ready to burst

Rumbling in my spirit
It’s coming
The new thing
Cadence calls

“I can hear the rhythm
of the Lion of the tribe of Judah
He’s doing a new thing
So we’re singing a new song”*

Do you hear it too?

And His Name is made famous again!

And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the wine will burst the skins, and both the wine and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins.” (Mark 2:22 NIV)

*lyrics by Misty Edwards, “People Get Ready”

He chases His Bride


Stunning afternoon
Sky, the bluest blue
Sun, clear bright and warm
Ancient tree, luminous green canopy

The Bridegroom waits

Waiting bird
Wings, outstretched motionless
Eagle, mounts in high spirals
Movement and rest, magnificent

We all wait

Opening music
Bridegroom, ear-to-ear beams
Bushes, shimmer and part
Bride, revealed glowing

The Bridegroom runs

Trembling Bride
Arms, outstretched reaching
Heart, wild aflutter
Hands, entwined embracing

We wait no more

Everlasting Vows
Two, emerge as one
Witnesses, tears streaming
Unity, God’s mystery unveiled

The whole Earth applauds as The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” Let anyone who hears this say, “Come.” Let anyone who is thirsty come. Let anyone who desires drink freely from the water of life. (Revelation 22:17 NLT)

The Gallery

I am a Canvas unfinished
Layers painted over with vibrant hues, tints and shades
Unfinished, yet hung in the Gallery

The Gallery opens tonight
This Gallery called the “Church”
Piece after Piece line the Gallery walls
Some finished, some works in progress
All unique in theme, texture and palette

Heavenly thrones empty
Unseen guests peruse each Piece
Dignitaries and Despots
Amazed and shocked as they read the Canvas stories

All Fall to their knees

For Trembling Powerless Despots
It is the dreaded writing on the wall
For Applauding Joyful Dignitaries
It is the fulfillment of their long awaited eager expectations

Nevertheless all react, all fall

The Mysterious Plan that the Creator kept secret
Now revealed in this Gallery of Art
Christ in us, the hope of glory

And I too, yet unfinished, am on display before the whole earth, as His masterpiece.

God’s purpose in all this was to use the church to display his wisdom in its rich variety to all the unseen rulers and authorities in the heavenly places. This was his eternal plan, which he carried out through Christ Jesus our Lord. (Ephesians 3:10, 11 NLT)


What If…

What if heart-pounding, breathless, tension life meant something?

What if tragic funeral lines, week after week sorrows, tears steaming meant something?

What if bleary-eyed, exhaustion, numb laying on the couch (I had no idea the ceiling had so many cracks) meant something?

A message in a bottle, screwed down tight, sealed with lead…


Through the glassy haze, in focus, no- out of focus, blurry I make out letters, words maybe, but cannot comprehend. I wrestle with the top, violently shake the bottle, yet it will not reveal its secrets.

Who is worthy to open this bottle and release this message!?

What if I am discovering myself and learning to get over myself?

Holy Spirit gently comes, place His hand over mine and pops the top off, no effort required. It flutters into my hand… RESTLESS.

…The culmination of “what ifs,”. I am restless because I was made for more. More relationship with my savior, more fulfillment of dreams, more power, more purpose… More, more, more than I can do by myself.

Therefore, work out your own salvation with reverence and awe and trembling (self-distrust, with serious caution, tenderness of conscience, watchfulness against temptation, timidly shrinking from whatever might offend God and discredit the name of Christ).
Not in your own strength, for it is God Who is all the while effectually at work in you [energizing and creating in you the power and desire], both to will and to work for His good pleasure and satisfaction and delight. (Philippians 2:12, 13 AMP)

There is a map on the back of the message, the X is floating… I think I’m going on an adventure… Stay tuned…