Saturday, August 27, 2011

take my shoes off


There's no water in this land and every gasping breath makes my mouth drier.  My heart is tired of traveling, of trying to mend ripped relationships, of trying to see beneath or beyond.

But I've arrived here at this moment, to drink this refreshing water while You tenderly wash my aching feet. I want to go with grace to thirsty travelers, to love my enemies deeply, to carry the commission.


O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.  Psalm 63:1


Sunday, August 21, 2011

the girl and the giant buffalo

Sometimes my daughter asks me to tell her a story without a book.  She was pretty impressed with this one.

Kassandra, a girl with long braids, freckles and sparkling eyes, heard rumor that a giant buffalo was roaming through town, eating up all the teddy bears.

She loved her teddy bears very much and wanted to save them, so she hid them in a box and put it in her bedroom closet.

Not long after that, she heard: stomp stomp stomp stomp.

"That must be the buffalo, coming to eat my teddy bears!" Kassandra said.  When she looked out the window, she saw it was true.  The giant buffalo was headed straight for her house!

She needed to put her teddies into a safer place, so she grabbed the box and put it into her parents' bedroom closet.  Then she dumped clothes over top of it.  "He'll never find my teddies in here."

She ran to the front door, flung it wide open, and watched the buffalo stomp through the front yard.  When he was close enough, she said, "Hi.  I'm Kassandra."

"I'M HUNGRY!" he said, in a low grumbling voice.  "I'm here to eat your teddy bears!"

"There aren't any teddy bears here," she said, because she wanted to save them.

"I can smell teddy bears!" said the buffalo, angrily.  "Give me your teddy bears!"

Kassandra had an idea.  "Wait here," she said.

She ran to the pantry and pulled out a bag of Teddy Grahams.  Then she put five of the little cookies into her hand and rushed back to the front door, where the buffalo was waiting.

"You'll like these teddies better," she said.

"No, I don't want those!  Give me your teddies!"

"Please, Mr. Buffalo, taste these teddy bears cookies.  You'll like them."

The giant buffalo sniffed them, then ate them off her hand all in one lick.  "Hmm," he said.  "I like these.  I like them better than the other kind of teddies."

"See, I told you," said Kassandra.

"I'm going to eat these kinds of teddies from now on," said the giant buffalo.

The End

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

backyard miracles

The water pours gently out of the hose, sparkling as sunlight dances inside its clear stream.  Blobs of wet light rush to the grass, splashing as they hit, bending the green blades, then they disappear into the brown earth beneath.

African daisies, in yellow and orange, stretch up from the garden cheerfully.  It's the kind of joy that speaks of glory and heaven.

The children's sweet voices sound out while their soft beige toes navigate through dirt and grass.  Those feet!  Those little feet, not yet hardened or made rough by life's unpredictable terrain.  My young boy cries now.  His heart is so easily broken, but he heals as quickly as he breaks.

My daughter runs to me with curls bouncing and words bubbling from her lips to ask for a bath.  If only we would all ask to be cleansed like this.  Our weary souls need it.  We're much too proud to notice our filth, much less ask to be rid of it.