Jack & Diane

Once upon a time Jack and Diane went down separate paths. One walked a narrow path and one took a wide path. As life would have it they found folks to love, children to raise and shared life. Through the storms of life and the wounds and brokenness, their marriages were well on to death before they ended. Broken dreams and vows that as a matter of life blew away in the wind of time like the dust in a hot prairie wind.

Both Jack and Diane are now alone and very hurting. Very broken and very alone. The community in which they shared were shocked and scandalized that two such pillar families would crumble under the weight of unmet expectations, secret abuse and betrayal. What a shame! What a shame! Did you hear… did you know… He did what? She said what? Wagging finger in the name of love. Shame! Shame in Jesus name! READ MORE

A Sparrows Tale

Not even a sparrow, worth only half a penny, can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. Mt 10:29

Once upon a time a Momma bird hatched new baby sparrows. One sparrow was bigger and stronger than the other sparrows of the nest. With time, he grew faster, grew grander than his compatriots. There was so little this sparrow couldn’t do and became legendary among the other sparrows. Creatures of the air and land would come from all over to watch this one amazing sparrow fly, soar and sing. Like all things great, many loved him. Many wanted to be like him. Many wanted to be in his presence as it somehow made them more popular, important and special, well, at least so they thought. As many loved our hero the sparrow, others disliked him. Others were critical of him calling him to standards that no mere sparrow could ever live up to. The higher he flew, the louder he sang, the bigger a flock he drew, the more the criticism and out cry for un-sparrow like perfection. READ MORE

Healing Song

The Healing Song is one of many of Andre LeFebvre’s songs which seems to create an atmosphere within my heart that I can experience God in a profoundly peaceful and restorative way.  It is to me a melodious embrace which God has used  to lift off the burdens of the day and to touch deeply, the more profound hurts from the bumps along the journey.

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The Doldrums

Strange how the clouds come in; swirling gently around hills, caressing the land as they descend into the valleys of green; before long they have smothered the entire verdant landscape.  A quiet lays heavily upon the fields, and all seems motionless.  So is my mind now—again, for it seems all too regular these days.  Almost as a drunken stupor veiling my cogency with its heavy influence, a quiet hush imprints itself upon my occasionally frenetic thoughts; momentum is lost in that haze, and all attempts at forging new thoughts, new paths, new articulations—fall flat and silent long before their time. READ MORE

Completion

There was nothing but God in the beginning, and it was perfect just like that. Yet, he made a hole in himself, removed his own rib, and made us. With that choice, he created – for the very first time – longing. For suddenly, he wanted. His heart would never be whole again until joined to us. Why would he choose to desire? Why would be abstain from wholeness, fasting from fulfillment, until reunited with his helpmate? So that we could know the pleasure he gave up – the pleasure of completion.

by Cherie D

Echo

Windy

I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to love him. I only knew that he saw me. He really saw me. No one else ever did. I was the invisible girl, the one hidden by a nothing-special face and an ever-present slump. “Slump” was what everyone called me because that’s what I did. I slumped along never looking up. (What was the point of looking up?) But he never called me Slump. Not even once.

I’d seen him, of course. I’d glimpsed him out of the corner of my eye as he walked past me like a breath of wind. Wind – That’s what he seemed like to me. A wind from a far away place, full of soft smells and strange warmth. He was much older than I was, already a man, and I was barely ten. But I was old in my heart, and inside, he was young. READ MORE