Frost Doesn’t Reach…

•October 13, 2011 • Leave a Comment

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

I’m seeking and wandering but not lost, like Tolkien says– I may not know all the roads, but I know the Destination. I’m not seeking after that which glitters, but what I seek has a value far above any earthly gem.

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•September 16, 2011 • Leave a Comment


The joy I have in my life comes from God. The joy from the rest is temporary.

And to be honest, much of life is difficult, sorrowful, sad, painful, unfair. It doesn’t make sense. I see death, illness, difficulties all around me, and in my own life.

So clearly, my joy isn’t coming from those things, which don’t last. Times without difficulties are rare and brief, and are the exception, not the rule. Most of life is the hard story; the rest is the intermission, the break, the brief respite before the next storm.

My joy comes from an inner source. It comes from knowing God, and being close to Him. He loves me, this I know…

I am struggling through a hard, tough spot right now, a painful season. It’s been a long season. And I’m hurting and waiting for answers and wondering when the pain will end and how this problem will be solved, and frankly I don’t have a clue. I don’t have a clue.

It is amiss to say I don’t have joy. I feel the Father’s love around me, and that gives me joy. I may feel sorrow but I also feel joy, the joy of His love around me and being close to Him, knowing Him. What is the rest, in this world? Temporary. Icing. A little bit of sweet. But His is the True Love, the Real Deal, the Source of Joy.

The good news is that I’ll  be there one day, with God and then finally… “my joy will be complete.” My joy will no longer be tempered by the pain of this world.

Until then, pressing on….


Sharing with Gypsy Mama’s Five Minute Friday writing prompt: Joy

on forgiving

•July 12, 2011 • 8 Comments

For the days when I sat alone
I forgive you
For the days you called names
I forgive you
For the many lonely nights
I forgive you
For not knowing how to love
I forgive you
For hitting her
I forgive you
For not standing up for yourself
I forgive you
For not loving her
I forgive you
For the wounds of words,
to each other, to me,
I forgive you

I know you
did your best
with what you had
so did I
with what I had

But something still…
a wound bleeds…
an ache within…
a dream broken and lost…
a “thorn” still pierces
again and again
spews ugly lies
verbally venomous
spiritually spiteful
emotionally destructive
malignant words…

and eventually
I will also forgive this
because I choose to live
with wounds healed
and follow Love’s way
with life abundant

so I fall into the lap of the Father
the pavilion, cleft, high place, tower, rock,
He, El Roi, who sees everything
the place I can rest,
think, heal, breathe,
away from the steel-tipped blade
that eats away
soul and heart and flesh
the axe that slices off true foundations
all that God made daughters of Eve to be
all that He made of me

And ask for strength
to forgive
and to show me
the way out of the valley.


Linking with Emily at Imperfect Prose
and with Ann at Walk with Him Wednesdays