“Lord, look on their threats, and grant to Your servants that with all boldness they may speak Your word, by stretching out Your hand to heal, and that signs and wonders may be done through the name of Your holy Servant Jesus.”
“Yes, the faith which comes through Him [Jesus] has given him this perfect soundness in the presence of you all.”
Last night I awoke three different times. And each time, in my mind I saw the giant anxiety while its companion fear tried to squeeze my heart with its icy fingers.
On this first Sunday of 2021, I'm speaking to myself (actually, commanding myself) with the words of the psalmist-- Bless the Lord, O my soul; And all that is within me, Bless His holy name! (Psalms 103) I am committed to awaken each day with these words in 2021. I’m...
Today, like all that have preceded, will fade as the sun sets and will become yesterday, and then tomorrow will be today. But tonight, when it does, there is more — for we will step into 2021, a brand new year.
God has ordered my steps!
Therefore, I do not walk in chaos.
God delights in my way!
Therefore, He is ever with me.
For this I am REJOICING!
“Therefore take heart, men, for I believe God that it will be just as it was told me.”
I lay my hand on his back, gently hush him, telling him everything is all right . . . when really my life is torn raw and your fading whomp, whomp, whomp is the sound of war far away, yet so close.
EM, in her summer between kindergarten and first grade, full of gift-excitement, stops just in front of me, “It’s for you, Gramma.”
The air is dry, scented with fading lavender and blooming peppermint that line my walkway.
I wonder, would my poem have been celebrated in the classroom or would it have been set aside because I failed to follow directions explicitly?
There are times when I must go to the sea. This past week was one of those times.
Three very loud blasts, like a blaring horn, shattered the quiet with a suddenness that makes you panic. I felt a strange tension run through me for a moment.
Sacredness surrounds me
in the wonder of creation
my heart praises God.
I marvel that they sing such songs in this their darkest night. Such joy, peace, love — they give to all of us in their songs.
This post, inspired by primary teachers who joined me during the workshops, is a recap one of the activities we did, an activity to build background knowledge, introduce rich vocabulary, and provide descriptive models during our discussion about prewriting … using poetry.
Words were swelling out of my spirit like a mighty sword . . .
You must accept
or reject the story.
I was a child on that day / sitting on the shoulders of my uncle / part of a great multitude