Faith in the Storm.

The mind is clouded with fear, confusion and doubt.

A fog blurs what lies ahead for days, week, months.

Crisis does not make but reveals the inner self.

What is your foundation when you’re blindsided?

The rug gets pulled and you didn’t see that coming.

come stand on the rock, take the hand that pulls you from the clay.

Trust in Him that saves/rescues and fill your heart and mind

with His Words that guard in the dark.

Pray for a new heart, new life, new hope an eternal hope,

in the fallen world. Walk in the lights He is in the light!

The Blanket

The snow covered pasture floated like milk.

The smooth texture waved like a gown of silk.

“See how God is in control?” The field whispered out.

“Yes we could never lay such a peaceful blanket there’s no doubt.”

God has night vision!

Moon light cast,

thieves in shadows,

but they cannot hide.

Gods camera recording

for the ten o clock news.

The man picks my pocket

Gods’ alarm, alarms.

The entire world’s broke.

you rob God?

your wanted poster’s in heaven.

Your driving an Escalade with His money.

You wouldn’t treat your landlord this way.

You wouldn’t build your house with code violations.

Black and white kids freezing?

Your pets have sweaters.

But you’re not pulling the wool over HIS eyes!

Leave Me Alone!

There I said it.

I need my space.

I feel like I cannot breathe

Everyone knows I’m a loner

Why don’t you?

This time of year is overwhelming

All the parties and singing…Go!

“Yeah hi, it’s me…can you drop by?

I know what I said. I’m lonely

and it’s Christmas after all.”

Christmas Eve in Old London.

Sitting by what little coal was left burning for the day, Rose and her siblings, sang Christmas songs.  Their imaginations ran wild with anticipation for the gifts they might receive.  The children glared into the little fire and then over to some presents under the tree.


Roses father, Ben had been working late at the store. Ben joined them in a few songs.  He thought back to his childhood during Christmas, living on a farm outside of London.  It broke his heart to see the children huddled in front of such a small fire.  They didn’t yet know the difference of rich and poor.  He was glad about their innocence.

“You have more coal!”

“The coal is for tomorrow, Christmas day.  Hurry get under your covers before the fire goes out.  Do me a favor and dream of presents, tea and plenty of oranges!”

“Aye Father, comin’  to my bed and say prayers?”

“I’ll be right there John.”

Ben would be staying awake.  The congregation at Longfield Church told him earlier that day, they had purchased presents for many families, his included. They would deliver them tonight so the children might be surprised when they awoke.

“Dear Lord, we thank you for your many, many blessings, on this little English family.  I thank you for each child.  Lord, give Rose a special blessing for having to be sister and mother to them.  We worship you and thank you for the Christ child Jesus, who had a Holy birth in this ol’ world. We know the reason for the season and believe you gave your son on the cross that those who believe would spend eternity with you.  We are glad for our employment at Wood dale store, as well as the coal he gives us.  Bless Longfield Church.”

The little children were planning to lay with eyes wide open all night, in minutes they were asleep.

Very young love!

Dangling our feet over the river

My hands and heart begin to quiver

We played like friends for most of the day.

love on our minds but to nervous to say.

That look we gave, questioned this feeling.

What was happening made my mind start reeling.

I stuttered my feelings for her, this couldn’t be true.

She said we should stay buddies but… I like you too!


Some heights are are to slick to scale.

Even on top, it’s possible to fail.

They say the worst is not to try.

So keep in front of you the why!

Run with the ball as if you stole it.

Discover self and and attempt to control it.

In our fear not paralyzed.

While in his peace we’re mobilized.

halloween Nightmare


Horrifying Hammond halloween night, being dragged for blocks. Freezing rain turning to flurries, yet sweating in a mask through which I could not see. Imagine if you will, having trouble breathing through the pin hole of a mouth, while the band around my neck cut like piano wire in order to hold on the cartoonish mask.  I wore a winter coat that covered the already warm costume that now no one could see. I had watched enough war movies on TV that my mom claimed I said; “This is like being in the Army.” Only to return home to hard taffy candy that the paper stuck to, burnt pop corn balls and apples that my mother (due to the threat of razor blades) would not allow me to eat.
Welcome to my nightmare!

Wicked Pitcher

Be alert and “Keep your eyes on the ball” being focused and intentional. Praying and watching…because your opponent roams around seeking whom he may devour. The deceptive pitch is his specialty. It looks and sounds good but what you thought was just what you needed curved or dropped out of reach and you missed the mark. We have stood there deceived, tricked by a wicked pitch; “No one will see,” “You won’t get caught,” “just this once.” etc.

Being more than a game, many a life has been ruined, testimony damaged, families torn apart. We know we will fall for the deception occasionally, yet not wanting to fall into a lifestyle of “swing and a miss.” Let’s walk in Spirit and TRUTH.

Luke 15:11-32

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