Jesus,
I have ignored your Word.
I know it is my life, because You are my life.
I want to be faithful to remember You, to soak You up in Your Word.
Please forgive me for ignoring it.
I am coming.
Millie
Friends, I have a challenge for all of us. First, listen to Revive our Hearts for Monday, Jan 5th. here. I accept the challenge to spend time with God every day for a month. Will you join me?
Is 59:19
So shall they fear the name of the LORD from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him. [or, shall put him to flight]
Monday, January 5, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Assessment
Assessment.
Heart: beating
now faintly
pulse surges,
fades;
Grace defies
death-fear:
half-closed eyes.
Breath: there
now shallow,
another deep
gasp.
Life-truth: inhale
mouth, dry;
heat, pale.
Quickly, bind!
pressure stays:
weak blood
life-blood.
Lay my body
in a bath;
the water from
Your side.
Wash my wounds;
bind them.
Your life-blood
for mine.
Fill my lungs
with air,
with You.
Only You I breathe.
My heart cannot
beat alone.
It's You I need.
Heart: beating
now faintly
pulse surges,
fades;
Grace defies
death-fear:
half-closed eyes.
Breath: there
now shallow,
another deep
gasp.
Life-truth: inhale
mouth, dry;
heat, pale.
Quickly, bind!
pressure stays:
weak blood
life-blood.
Lay my body
in a bath;
the water from
Your side.
Wash my wounds;
bind them.
Your life-blood
for mine.
Fill my lungs
with air,
with You.
Only You I breathe.
My heart cannot
beat alone.
It's You I need.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Lay for the Little Girls
You three
around your work
innocently
you follow
the example of
your mother
and women's work
is not toil for you.
It is your play
as you laugh,
and tease;
as you pound,
and sift,
your hearts light,
too young for
the weary sorrow
that your mothers bear.
What will your eyes see
as the years come,
your soft hands hardened
when play becomes work?
Will you be the first,
or a second wife,
and will your smile
abide, or die
with your first
or second child,
oppressed by the tears
you are forbidden to cry?
And what of your sweet,
child-clean souls,
knowing now only
a god you must appease,
a god far away
full of wrath
unable to keep
evil spirits at bay?
around your work
innocently
you follow
the example of
your mother
and women's work
is not toil for you.
It is your play
as you laugh,
and tease;
as you pound,
and sift,
your hearts light,
too young for
the weary sorrow
that your mothers bear.
What will your eyes see
as the years come,
your soft hands hardened
when play becomes work?
Will you be the first,
or a second wife,
and will your smile
abide, or die
with your first
or second child,
oppressed by the tears
you are forbidden to cry?
And what of your sweet,
child-clean souls,
knowing now only
a god you must appease,
a god far away
full of wrath
unable to keep
evil spirits at bay?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
bye!
Friday, August 1, 2008
My Family
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