Downpour.
June 29, 2009
If my head is swimming with thoughts, then my heart might be drowning.
Life can be so complex. And as beautiful as love is and as nurturing relationships can be, sometimes the risk and vulnerability demanded threatens to overtake my fragile soul. I really don’t even know what I came here to say. I find myself sitting in silence. Silence in the car. Silence washing dishes. Silence. I feel like the part of my life that plays out beyond my fingertips is like a snow globe. One filled with rainbow sequins that is sitting on a shelf in some city that has earthquakes often. I can’t see to the center of the earth to understand all of the whys, but I see the sunlight glimmering off the thousands of colorful sequins and feel the rumble beneath my feet. Perhaps it is in those moments that I have been picked up off the shelf and I am securely in God’s hand as he shakes and shakes. I am tired of trying to control all of the pieces. So instead I stand in silence and watch the colors swirl and spin and wonder what God is thinking. Read the rest of this entry »
Further More.
June 24, 2009
We have been so busy lately, which explains the silence around here. But our days are still quite red, so fear not, there are more entries to come. At present, I am sitting on the floor in front of a rigged computer in the middle of my emptied living room. The past couple weeks have been a blur of packing and hauling and organizing and garage sales liquidating.
I have been asked more than once, “Isn’t it difficult to sell your dining room table and your leather chair and all of your decorations?” Read the rest of this entry »
The Chase.
June 15, 2009
Round and round and round I go.
Chasing the sun, chasing hope.
If I stop, would anyone know?
Round and round and round I go.
This Bitter Cup.
June 11, 2009
It’s a bitter cup I’m handed.
I am David. Sleeping in the caves awaiting justice. Awaiting Read the rest of this entry »
Where Have All the Flowers Gone.
June 8, 2009
Once upon a time (actually, this time last year…) this was my house. 1358 Pine Bluff Dr. This was where many chapters of my life unfolded. Painted into the red walls and hung on the fridge. Telling their stories from every stain on the carpet and every umber in the fire places. My stories. My life. Read the rest of this entry »
Speechless.
June 6, 2009
Clearly, nothing is impossible in the life that is mine. From the very opening line of this story about the adventures of Dan and Sailor, we were two kids defying the odds. Beating the statistics. And that ‘living beyond reality’ has proven to be our common thread. The beautiful crimson thread that is God’s redemption day after day. Year after year.
In the wake of mass rejection on the RV-refund front, Dan concluded that Read the rest of this entry »
A One-Way Ticket.
June 4, 2009
I have many snippets of newpaper clippings and magazine articles that have captured my attention over time for one reason or another. As we have rummaged through our storage compartment lately preparing for our mass estate sale, I have found many of them tucked here and there.
One is an interview with Beth Moore that I stumbled across only months after one of the biggest faith-deepening tragedies of my life. I stood in the bookstore with tears in my eyes as I read her honesty about her story and her past. I promptly bought the magazine and tore out the interview pages. In the next year, I came back to her words often searching between the lines for Read the rest of this entry »
Untouchable.
June 2, 2009
What are the invisible parameters on blogging?
Generally, we all blog about our lives, our passions and our days. And these things are all comprised of relationships, and that is where I get stuck. Often my very best blog ideas (especially ones that I think would offer relatability and community to you, the reader) involve the untouchable people in my life. And by untouchable, I mean two things: Read the rest of this entry »
