Monthly Archives: February 2018

Now in Bloom


My daughter Anna, age 4, received a pressed flower in the mail. She grabbed it up and came running into the kitchen shouting, “Water- quick! This flower is gettin’ ready to die- it’s already layin’ down!”
I look in the mirror and see that “flower layin’ down”. That’s not a bad thing, or a sad thing, it’s the cycle of things. This life is a vapor. Like cash in our pocket, time is a limited resource. How will I spend mine? The question must be asked—and answered—for I will spend my days deliberately, or the days will spend me.
Today I’m attending the graduation of a friend from this life to the next. She lived always with this next life in mind. She died in her kitchen, singing praise to the Giver of Life. She’s in full-bloom now. I too, want to live in praise of my Maker, so when my last petal falls, I will begin life— true life— in the garden of His Delight.


Dead Man Walking


I attended my first Billy Graham Crusade as a young teenager. It meant nothing to me, or so I thought. I was invited by my brother-in-law and sister, Curt and Peggy Clark. I was curious; curious at the hoards of people flowing into the arena that night, at the ability of one man to capture the attention of thousands; but that was all. Neither the music nor the message aroused any spiritual desire. Nothing was going to distract me from…well, me. I guess you could say I was an early adopter to the idea of the selfie.

Besides—my religion seemed much safer, more controllable, than an actual relationship with someone who could read every wicked thought and motive of my heart.

Curt asked if I’d be interested in a correspondence Bible study with him and Peg- I was living a few hours away at the time.

“Sure,” I said—I liked the idea of getting mail on a regular basis. I think maybe I completed one lesson and got bored.

I was dead in the ground.

But, like the sunflower seed I spit in the yard along with the shells—at just the right moment, a cracking…an opening…a hint of green, a sprout…and faith came alive.

I’m sure Curt and Peg’s prayers cleared the debris, allowing the sun to reach this dead seed. I thank them for the invitation and interest in my wicked little self;

I thank Billy Graham for repeating over and over and over (yawn),

“…But the Bible says…”

I’m forever grateful to my husband John for feeding and watering a dead seed, and to my children and all of you who have been patient with my growth…

and to the Sun of God, I am eternally indebted for warming my heart to Himself.

The voice of sanity to three generations died today. Who will take his place? Who will continue to be a voice crying in the wilderness of chaos and who will pray, and feed and water?


I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send and who will go for us?“

Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.“ Isaiah. 6:8

I planted, Apollo’s watered, but it was God who caused the seed to grow. 1Cor. 3:18

Then Jesus shouted, “Lazarus, come out!” And the dead man came out. John 11:43,44a



My secret to wisdom is this: “Think of something really stupid to say and then don’t say it.”
There may be more to wisdom, but given a mouth like mine, this is a good place to start, to avoid eroding, tactless, or flippant words, like that boorish hen from Chicken Run:
A chicken locked up in a concentration camp, escapes and drags herself, half-beaten, back into the coop. A former coop-mate sees her come in and chirps in a perky British voice,
“Oooh…on a ‘oliday were we?
I don’t want to be that jerk chicken.
Mother Theresa said,
“Words that do not give the Light of Christ increase the darkness.”
It’s not enough to just shut my mouth. I want to develop the ability to say apt words; fitting words, which is only possible thru the Holy Spirit on continuous mind feed, so I pray Psalm 141:3:
“Set a guard, oh Lord, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips. Use duct tape if necessary.” (I added that last bit).
One doesn’t have to delve deep into media to see there’s plenty of darkness to go around. To shine His Light through my words— that’s the goal. I want to speak “the word that sustains the weary.” (Isaiah 50:4)
Death and life are in the power of the tongue.
Pro. 18:21

She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
Pro. 31:26

The wise women builds her house, but the foolish tears hers down with her own hands. Pro. 14:1
(Equally likely with her own mouth-L.C.)


Little White Devils


I was ready.  This wasn’t my first rodeo, so I fasted before the lab tests, just in case they’d forgotten to tell me.  As I followed the tech down the hall, she studied my lab sheet and said,

“So- let’s see… when was the last time you ate?”

“12 hours ago.”

“Great….and no coffee, or gum or mints or…”

“Nope, no coffee, gum, …umm…well…uh…I did have three little Altoids, just a few minutes ago…three little Al…”

She came to such an abrupt halt, I nearly ran into the back of her.

By her look of horror, you’d think I’d just said,

“Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun.”

Well, one thing led to another, and 20 hours from the start of this whole thing, I ended up the poster child for World Hunger-well, in my shallow little world, anyway.

Three Altoids. Partaking of them can’t possibly be considered indulgent, I didn’t even enjoy them. What possible effect could they have on the big picture? I should’ve messed up on an accidental hot-fudge sundae instead.

Well, apparently, those little white devils distort the truth, and thus the outcome of the tests, assessments and treatments.

Three mini-mints, like the mini-sins I ignore, or justify, or reason away as being no big deal—

The smirk, the disparaging remark, the tiny indulgences no one sees—they distort truth, and affect my over-all responsiveness to the Lord and others. I could be the next poster child for

Soul Hunger.

Better to confess and start over.  The hunger will end in the sweet satisfaction of Truth revealed.


Sarah was afraid, so she lied and said, “I didn’t laugh.” But the LORD said, “No, you did laugh.”  Genesis 18:15

A wise person is hungry for knowledge, while the fool feeds on trash.  Pro. 15:14

Create in me a clean heart oh Lord, and renew a right spirit in me. Psalm 51:10

For He satisfies the thirsty, and fills the hungry with good things.  Psalm 107:9