Notes To My Caterpillar: Wormy Thinking

Caterpillar… Your view of the world is covered in mud! Your perspective has become too narrow. You are judging your life (and Me) based on what you see… And you see… so little. If you judge your future by your present “view” of things, you will always come to the wrong conclusions… About you, about…

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Notes To My Caterpillar: Truth

  My Dearest Caterpillar, Finally… You and I arrive at truth. (Truthfully, I’ve been here all along.) I have been right here waiting… at Rock-Bottom-Truth… for you. (Oh, My Beloved Caterpillar!) How I long for you to see yourself as you will be. Not a worm crawling about in the muck of anger and bitterness… but up…

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Part II ~ The Dream-Maker’s Discourse

  “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you. Do not be like the horse or the mule, which have no understanding but must be controlled by bit and bridle or they will not come to you.” Psalm 32:8-9 NIV

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Stone Walls

~~~ Do you really think I sent you here, Into this desert land; And this is all I have for you, Calamity, grief, and sand? ~~~ I know it seems as you first look There’s nothing here you need, But look again, My wilderness Is fertile ground for seed In fact, this is the place…

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… Nope.

  Are we there yet God? Have we finally found it… Rock bottom?   (Am I done falling?) It feels like I’ve finally found the cement—no further to fall… Yes, Rock bottom.   Can it be? Oh God, I hope so.   The sages say when you find rock-bottom the only way is up. Oh, God……

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Pain-Killer Laments

It all stopped working God… (What a dirty trick!)   For so long, these pain-killers did their job. I confess… I loved them! I loved the numb. I could breathe.   A little at least. Little seemed better than not at all, right?   Then one day they just stopped. Stopped doing their job!  …

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Cemetery Prayers

  God? I am haunting my ruins again. Wandering past the old gravestones of long dead hopes and dreams.   Lord? Why do I do it? Why do I keep coming back here?   Why do I haunt this place? These dreams no longer dance—no longer sing—no.   It’s so silent here and dark, but…

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The Tumblers Will Click

  Oh, God! When did I stop believing this?   “The tumblers will click someday.” (I used to believe.) I used to think, “One day, some day, some way—He’ll come. You would come!” You’d spin the dial on the padlocks in my life and I would be free!   But, now? When did it happen?…

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Cotton Candy Comfort

  O LORD, how long?   I am so sick of candy-apples-church and cotton-candy-comfort. How long, LORD?   Is this all there is until You return? These so-called men of God, who offer much, but deliver little! Each week I go to the well for a taste; a touch; of You. Each week I go away…

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For Judas and The Thief

“…What shall I do with this man you call your King?” They shouted back, “Crucify him!” Mark 15:12-13 My enemy came to me today, I wanted to turn and walk away! “Who does he think he is?” I said. A Voice, from deep within me, pled… “He is another for whom I’ve died, Like you,…

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