Doin’ The Dailies While Waiting For Deliverance

  Is there anything harder than waiting for deliverance? My answer is “No!” I struggle so to do my “dailies” in captivity. To get up each day and face another day of restriction and handicap, and yet do what must be done anyway, and do it with a good attitude! This tests my allegiance to…

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Why This Waste?

  That was my question. “Why this waste?” I looked into my father’s face with the tears flooding down mine. He wanted to give me an answer. (He didn’t have one.) At least not an easy one. Instead he tenderly responded, “…you are not the same person you were before all this began.” (At the…

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A Bruised Reed and A Broken Heart

I have become good friends with my fellow captives from the Bible. Joseph, David, Jeremiah, Jonah, and of course, Job. I can relate to their frustration, their questions, and their bruised hearts. I, too, have days where I bruise my heart against the stone walls of my captivity; the squandering of my life. It is hard…

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Part I ~ THE PLACE

  Even though the fig trees are all destroyed, and there is neither blossom left nor fruit; though the olive crops all fail, and the fields lie barren; even if the flocks die in the fields and the cattle barns are empty… Was there ever a more apt description of a place of dead dreams?…

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A Caterpillar’s Lament

A little worm All drab and brown Is all I’ll ever be. But oh, The dreams inside of me That no one else can see. Though every day My life is spent Down in the mud below. I long with all my heart and soul Up to the clouds to go. To rise above On…

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Picture It: I’m Living My Dream!

Picture it. I am living in my dream-city just a hop, skip, and a jump from Seattle, Washington. A city cut right out of the forest. Everything, everywhere, is GREEN. Tall lush evergreens cover most of the landscape with flowering shrubs, wild ferns, and thick lush mosses, carpeting forest floors. No wonder they call it…

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The Dreamer

Dear Child of Mine ~ I see you there, All burdened down with weight and care. I see your tears as you clutch it so, Your precious dream that died… (I know.) I understand the hopes you held, The longing wish that all would meld. I know it seems “too late” to dream, As though…

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The Undoing: Entering Habakkuk’s Vineyard

This is about an undoing. A real fairy tale if you will of a life becoming undone. Webster says undoing means: to cancel, annul, or reverse; to cause ruin. Yep, that’s it. That’s the place. I call it Habakkuk’s Vineyard because of the descriptive narrative in Habakkuk 3:17-18. Though the fig tree may not blossom,…

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Lamentations of An Awful Grace

  Before we begin our sojourn into Habakkuk’s Vineyard, to explore the subject of lamentations and why we need them, I need to give a little background to these posts. First, they were journaled years ago, yet I feel that they are just as applicable to The Church today as they were then. Maybe, more so.…

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