When there’s nothing in the tank, there is more
Tag: poetry
Two Zero
Twenty years since 9/11, and where are we now?
Hope Walks
The world is scary right now, but we can choose to hope anyway.
I show up (except when I don’t)
I show up because I can’t not. But I’m learning a new way.
Strong as a mother
How strong the gentle hands that shaped the world and lift me up.
The one who robbed you
What strange relief to weep thanks at the feet of the one who robbed you.
Shalom into Sheol
In this quiet season, there is a small voice whispering.
Who is slow like God?
It is not Him who is slow; it’s me.
Please excuse my daughter
A permission slip from Father to world on behalf of a very foolish daughter.
Come let us adore him: an Easter carol
Celebrate Jesus’ death with as much joy as his birth!
Delight and seek
Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Fresh out
It’s tough to feel anything but dried up these days. Poetry helps. So does reading the Word. (One more than the other.)