The Fruits

He was a baby just like any other.  Born with pain. Born with blood.  Born naked and new to the world.  Ten fingers. Ten Toes.  Two feet. Two hands. Two eyes.  Feet that would walk mile after mile to teach his fathers love.  Feet that would one day hold up the sin of world as…

We had been to an interesting museum. We were lost in a maze of mirrors.  If you have never been in a mirror maze, you get so lost, because each way you turn, looks like the last.  It wasn’t until I looked past the mirrors, that I started to see a way out. As I…

Father today, use me, until you can’t use me any longer.  All I have to give, is my life in service to you.  I lift up my hands and I praise you… again and again.  I feel so weak, and so inadequate to be your child.  I struggle daily to understand the path… the reason……

At first glance I could see the swollen lip.  I could feel the hurt ego.  The fight was about pride and words exchanged.  It gave me thought as to the last supper when Jesus washed the feet of his men.  Pride would say “you will betray me”. Jesus washed his feet.  Ego would say “you…

Some days I see him on the corner, near our house.  His legs are so bent, he would fall over, if it weren’t for his cane.  He can’t speak. One of his hands is deformed and of not much use. To take a blessing, he has to balance on his cane, in order to use…

God I pray with a weary heart.  Weary of this world, and the ways of your children.  Seeing so much hate and wondering why so many struggle with loving others.  I ask that just like Peter, you give me the wisdom to keep my eyes on your ways.  I ask that you lift me up…