Self sufficiency

Is a slippery slope

On the one side

I’m encouraged to climb to the top of the mountain

On the other side

I slide to the bottom

On the one side

I’m growing up to be a child

On the other side

I’m putting off my childish ways

I’m so grateful that God can be found

In both places

That He can be trusted


Press on

Mounting up

On wings of grace

I feel a second wind

Lifting me up

I’m in hot pursuit

Of reaching the finishing line

Victory awaits

The battle is great

But the reward is greater


I relentlessly press on

Until I finish my race



To explore the greatest heights

And not explore yourself

Is to plummet into a void

And touch the greatest depths

The soul of man is empty

Without the One who made it

Only He can see inside

And rescue what is lost

I am alive

My first breath of prayer

Early in the morning

Waking up to life

Looking out at

Your abundance

All Your riches

Given to me

Extravagant creation

Swirls around me

In waves of glory

The sounds



The thoughts of


How beautiful You are

Pages and volumes

Letter and words

Filling books

All seem so little

When I think of

How great You are

Praise fills my heart

Wonder gives birth

Like a new born baby

And I am alive

Surprise me

I’ve been shocked too many times

Become numb around the edges

Feel pushed out

Not by You

But by the fight in me

The part that refuses to lay down

The ugly part that says

I can do it

Without You

I know it’s not true

Because I know Your truth

That comes to make peace

Deep down in my soul

That speaks out loud and strong

Loud enough for me to hear

Above all the other voices

That knock on my door

So today I’m crossing over the threshold

Inviting You in

To sit

To speak

To stir Your life in me

So I can rise



Even run

And maybe

Who knows

Just maybe

Fly again

Surprise me

Choose your words wisely

Some words seem to run out

Topple over the edge

Stranded like a whale on a beach

Others cross through mountain gorges

Before making their way through desert sands

Too many fall on deaf ears and melt like snowflakes

Hitting a sunlit ground

While others breathe life into a dying soul

The most beautiful fruit of all

More costly than precious stones