Thursday, September 11, 2014

Love Wins...Remembering 9/11


As I drove my son's carpool to school this morning at the crack BEFORE the crack of dawn (the tardy bell rings at 7:10 AM), I saw God reveal something of His magnificence....a breathtaking sunrise. In awe, I said to the sleepy teenagers in my car, "Wow! That is God's glory painted for us in the sky!" They probably weren't as thrilled by His masterpiece as I was, but my son did get my phone and take a bunch of photographs for me...I think he secretly enjoyed it as much as I did:) 

As I pondered the beauty of this new day dawning, I could not help but think of all the truth and comfort that God was speaking through this work of His hands. On this somber September day, that carries for us a dark and sorrowful reminder of one of the ugliest and most vial evils ever committed against our nation...God, in His graciousness, reminds us with every sunrise He paints...

that He is still sovereign, 
that there is still breathtaking beauty in this world,
 and that His mercies are new every morning.

So, in memory of all those who lost their lives because of the evil desires of men...
let us slow down, breathe deep and look around...   God IS still displaying His brilliant, transformative love through the beauty He puts all around us each day... 
Drink in His warmth when you see the sun. 
Be reminded of His cleansing Spirit when you feel the rain on your face.
Think of the everlasting life He offers when you smell the evergreen trees.

As long as we have breath in our lungs, let us not forget that there is no evil anywhere, that can ever overcome the love of Christ poured out for us and on display for us to see...a sweet reminder that in the end
LOVE WINS.


The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world. ~Ps. 19:1-4

Monday, September 8, 2014

Finding Our Bearings


Untethered from her moorings and drifting out to sea,
she looks for her bearings as the darkness descends
and the skies turn from gray to black.
Suddenly, she remembers an ancient map of old
given to her by those of long ago.
She studies the outlines of the distant shores, 
wondering if the landscape has changed
and if what was is no more? 
“Is this map outdated?” she muses,
as her doubts slowly take the shape of discouragement.
Will the darkness grip more tightly or will she find a way?
The waves begin to grow and loom
as the heart and helm are suspended with fear and indecision.
The ship stalls...and the sailor looks up in a cry to the heavens
 for help.
As her tear filled eyes search the night sky for some hope,
 a star appears
Evidence of the constant One who so carefully put each of these in place.
The Designer of All gently reassures her heart. 
 Comfort and direction descend from above and wrap around her like a warm embrace,
as the sweet faithfulness of the God who penned the map and hung the stars
comes more clearly into view
she is drawn to the safety of His shore,
guided by the truth of a Light that always shines.
Leading, loving, and legacy...all wrapped into One.
The Anchor for her soul.