The Warrior

NEW SONG #7 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Song of Solomon 8:5 (verse 1) Oh, Abba! What words can I write To sing new songs of sweetest praise? To tell of victories in the night And how a victor’s shout is raised? Who is this? Her brow so…

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Called To This?

I have not been “called” to this. The easy chair. (Or the easy crowd.) Though I confess? (There are days I wish I were.) Simply put God has called me to the Prodigal-Church. Yeah, you know. The ones referred to as: The Messy-misfits. The Raucous-runaways. The Wrecked and Wounded. The ones who have heard it…

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The Gift

  Some things matter in this life. Many things don’t. Figuring out what does, and doesn’t, makes all the difference in how you finish. Many of us have had a rough start. We don’t have any control over that. But it’s how you finish that will tell your real story. How will you finish? We…

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Broken To Bless

I think it was Ruth Graham who wrote, “…there is a broken heart in every pew.” Many years down the road, with many a “breaking-experience” under my belt, I can say a healthy amen. We in The Church are “a building” built from broken things. I recall when I was the editor of my women’s…

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The Table (Part 3 ~ Moses-Moments)

I believe there are Moses-moments that all of us will encounter. Experiences that we walk through; things that happen to us that change us forever. They may come unbidden or unwanted. They may be a result of our choosing, or of another’s choices. But the result is nevertheless the same—we change permanently. From that moment…

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The Table (Part 2 ~ Unexpected Places)

Okay, I have my list. I’ve got my plan and I’m headed to the import store for, table cloth, check. Napkins and utensils, check. In my head, I see it—this table of mine in a sea of china, silver, and crystal. Only my table is the exact opposite. Instead of china, wooden plates with plain…

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The Table (Part 1 – Social Doofus)

  I wonder how many people are like me? I live in this weird parallel universe of making myself do what I need to do, while at the same time feeling totally incapable of doing it. (I think it’s a holdover from my childhood.) I remember the first time dad stood me on a kitchen…

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Beloved Prodigal… (Part 1 ~ bat Shuvah)

  The road you’re on is not an easy one. (I should know.) I have been down your road. It is for that reason I wrote this book. I am hoping it will plant some seeds of trust in that heart of yours. The Jewish would call me “bat Shuvah”—she who has returned. I have returned. To my Abba-Father God. To…

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CODE RED

I am stumbing through grief again. “So soon?” my heart whispered. It seems as if I had just recovered from one huge loss when I got the jarring news that someone I loved dearly had been whisked away. Gone. Death always jars me to my toes. I never get used to it no matter how many times…

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Coram Deo

I had always felt it. This distance. All of my life—I felt out of sync with what was around me. Family. School. Church. God. Wherever I was, there was them, then there was me. Separate. I don’t know why. Perhaps it is hidden in early events I cannot now recall. Anyway, forget the why. That isn’t what I…

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