Showing posts from January, 2012

To Thrive is Elegant

I've spent so much time waiting to be loved...hoping love would find me...chasing it around like a autumn leaf on a breezy day.  Getting just close enough to then the wind picks it up and carries it far from my grasp. Often, to an unreachable place.  In the game of love, I have been my own undoing.  I have been my most formidable opponent.  Why?  Because somewhere, deep down in the dark parts of my soul I now know that for many years, decades actually, I believed that there was something uniquely wrong with me.  Please pay attention to that word "uniquely".  From a pretty young age we learn that everyone makes mistakes, breaks the rules, gets in trouble for this or that, but when a child feel that it is not their ACTIONS but it is THEM who is "bad", a life of heartache lies ahead.  I could go into all the clinical psychobabble about how and why this happens, but I don't think that is really that important to me...ri…

When I Say I'm A Christian

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say. "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow.”…

Beauty for Ashes Fundraiser

CALL TO ACTION!!!!! My goal is to raise $2012 in the next 3 months for The XXXChurch 10 Year Anniversary so that they can continue to fight the porn industry and "bind up the brokenhearted and proclaim freedom" for the women in this industry. It is time "to bestow upon them a crown of beauty instead of ashes". Please help me to do this...$1 at a time. No donation is too small!!  Thank you for being the change you want to see in the world!!

This fundraiser is based on God's Holy Word from Isaiah 61:1-3, "The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners,to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion--to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness ins…

The Dead of Winter

January is my worst month.  I don't know if it started out long ago being consciously my least favorite month on the calendar, but I can say with great certainty that it is consistently my most depressing or, at the very least, my most melancholy.  I know I'm not the only one who feels this way so if you are part of the sad faced group of folks that wish we could fast forward from January 1st to Valentines Day (which has it's own set of troubles for me), read on.

There is the post holiday let down to contend with.  Here in the US, we are pretty much in celebration mode from October 31st-January 1st.  Then we get a big chunk of time (43 days, or approximately 6 weeks and some change) where we don't have much to look forward to.  Oh, there is Houseplant Appreciation Day (Jan. 10th), National Kazoo Day (Jan. 28th) and Ground Hog Day (Feb. 2nd) and the bigger holidays of Martin Luther King Jr. Day (Jan 16th) and the Super Bowl (Feb. 5), but since I pretty much detest foot…

Trusting Trust


Just typing your name causes me to shift uncomfortably in my seat.  I sit and stare at you for a long while.  Heavy sighs take over my breathing and my stomach twists slightly and then gurgles.  I nervously twist my hair around my index finger as I bite the inside of my lower lip until I taste the salt in my blood.  Trust.  My lifelong nemesis.  We meet again.  You have cost me everything because of my inability to give you to others (including myself) which has caused others to have the inability to give you to me.

You are the second most  powerful force on earth.  Love is the most powerful, but the currency of love is you,  Trust.  You and Love are wound so tightly around one another, like forgotten necklaces in an old jewelry box.   It is virtually impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.  By the way, how DO those necklaces get so tangled just sitting still in a box...on the the dark?  I digress ;)

What if you, Trust, are broken?  What happ…