I remember years ago the Lord showing me how rapid my love for him had cooled and I was on the fence. I had one foot in his kingdom and one foot in the world. Jesus won't settle for half of me. He wants more than someone warming a pew in church. Many people grow up in church and… Continue reading Living on the fence: a rapid life
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The Migration of Souls
Sunday Tide I linger and hope in anticipation That someone will stop and see me, know me. I go in, I go out, with the Sunday Tide. I know, I know, this ebb and flow that pulls me and lulls me. Showing the highs and lows of my faith, Rocking safe, in a shallow… Continue reading The Migration of Souls
The Good Luck God
I once had a rabbit's foot. As a young girl, I hung it on my purse as a talisman for good luck. Well, when I think about it, I guess it was not so lucky for the rabbit and he had 4 of them! I long ago lost that old rabbit's foot and outgrew the childish idea that… Continue reading The Good Luck God
Getting off the hook
Have you ever heard of a case in court where the guilty gets off due to some technicality? There is a sense of righteous indignation that wells up inside at the injustice that brought some loophole to the light of day, allowing a guilty person off the hook. I find myself angry that loopholes seem… Continue reading Getting off the hook
I Confess
On Christmas day I went to see the new Star Wars movie and must confess that I found it entertaining. Afterwards, my son and I engaged in "cinema sin" conversation as we took the movie apart and pointed out flaws, or, "sins" in the production. Like having Princess Leia flying in space like Peter Pan when she… Continue reading I Confess
Who’s laughing now?
It was only after the conversation ended did the inspiring witty reply find its way to my tongue. Once again I lost the battle of wits and lay bleeding, secretly embarrassed and kicking myself for being too slow on the draw. I hear those words about having a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent rattle in… Continue reading Who’s laughing now?
I like it rough
"You can't be your mother's daughter." My aunt said as I sat with a pile of tarnished silver and a bucket of ashes. I laughed. My mother came from a very wealthy family in Chicago. Whenever my mother was being naughty my grandmother would say, "Sharon! Polish the silver!" A task she hated. That angst… Continue reading I like it rough
