Writer Elisabeth Elliot has said God’s NO is His mercy. In this posture of trust I have seen that the doors that have shut on me have only led to portals that would swing wide open. I have always felt barred from overseas missionary work. The door to service abroad that I tried and tried… Read More Calling
I flew a lot in my dreams when I was a kid. It would start a bit slowly, and sometimes I rowed the air with my arms while swinging forward on a pillow to build momentum. Even now I could feel the exhilaration of taking off, sailing above land. This one particular dream was different,… Read More How You Fit Into My Prophetic Dream
Like a diamond, the attribute of greatness has so many faces its definition remains elusive. Thus far I have traced greatness along the lines of tenacity. I could go on to look at heroes who cope with severe disabilities or who have scaled Everest and run ultras that are four times the distance of a… Read More Greatness, Finale: The Triumph of Forgiveness
These thoughts emerged as a personal response to the controversial Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Yale Law professor Amy Chua who pushed her daughters to excel in ways that earned her praise and censure. She writes: I do believe that we in America can ask more of children than we typically do, and… Read More A Biblical Perspective of Achievement
2.5 or 3 years old “Ditsy, ditsy spider went up the water spout.” 4 years old From the backseat of the car “Mom, you’re my Giving Tree,” the Tree in a children’s book who gives and gives of herself until she’s cut down to a stump. 5 years old Zonkers over the rare treat of… Read More Words Between Mom & Boy
May my eyes, Lord, Never stay set on what surrounds but solely, wholly, Ever on Thee be fixed and bound Lest they stray the Giver – in times my cup be sweet – to the gift that Never can be as sweet as Thee Or in self-pity settle – when my cup be bitter –… Read More Sight
I noticed something recently about the colors of the words that have streamed from my head these few months. The versicolor spectrum has many lighter, brighter hues than my writing has seen over the years. The lacuna of the last ten years where I was entirely occupied in the life of a wife and mother… Read More The Writing Process, Part 1: Color
I wrote the poem as a student at University of Pennsylvania. When You find me breathless from Time’s relentless marching orders would You still my heart and incline it to Your gentle whisper? Make me to climb the depths of Your quiet words of wisdom so to know that You are God. John 10.3,27 1… Read More Breathless
A Holistic Journey 