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There isn't time....

April 24, 2017 05:04AM, 2 comments

There isn't time to be the people we used to be.

There isn't time.

There's only you and me.

No time to be the people we used to be.

We have to be something else.

Disembodied, ethereal, above the fray.

Something more than human. Or less than.

That isn't me. It's not my skin.

My skin is human. But then.....

There isn't time to be the people we used to be.

There isn't time.

There's only you and me.

And all the dreams I had. So human. Dreams that humans dream.

No time for those. No time, you see.

There isn't time to be the people we used to be.

There isn't time.

There's only you and me.

Caught up in the maelstrom. Pulled along by the stream.

Time nonexistent. The dream but a dream.

There isn't time to be the people we used to be.

There isn't time.

There's only you and me.

Separate. Apart. Alone. Forever.

Never the twain shall meet.

But still we see.

There isn't time to be the people we used to be.

There isn't time.

There's only you and me.

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My Great Big Glorious God

March 15, 2017 04:03PM, 0 comments

The year was 1984. I was edging close to 40. Four decades. I was no child.

But in many ways, I operated as one. How? It was "my way or the highway."

We went to the movie I wanted to see, ate at the restaurant I chose, listened to the music in the car that I loved, raised the kids the way I saw fit, spent our money within my guidelines. Generally did everything Just The Way I Liked It. Yes, indeed.

And somewhere in this time period, God had had enough. Now, I'm not saying He spoke these words specifically to me but here was the Gist of what He imparted.

"Enough is enough. You have Got to grow up. You're not a child anymore. You can't go on living this way."

Now, anybody else had said that I would have kicked them in the shins. But when God sends you this message. Well, at least when God sends me such a strong message, I perk up and listen.

Why? Because in truth I was getting pretty tired of myself, too. Hello. Deep down, I actually hated myself. For being so selfish. And such a taker. That, of course, vacillated in me. On odd days, I was the best thing since sliced bread. Hey, you can't hate yourself Every day. Or at least I can't. ;)

So, extremes. Between I am the worst human being on the planet to I am the best. Oh, brother.

Ok. I hear you, God. But, here's the deal. I am lost as to how to do this. How to change. How to grow up. How to quit being So Dang Selfish.

I mean, I was distraught. This was like asking a couch potato to climb Mt. Everest. Without oxygen! No kidding.

Well, that Great Big Glorious God of mine (ok, now I'm crying) said two words to me: "Baby steps." Baby steps. In other words, we're going to take Baby Steps toward this goal. Oh, my great big glorious God, who but You would think up this plan!

Now, He did not spell out the first baby steps. Nope. I didn't have a clue when the first venture in this new walk would take place.

Still crying.....

So, one day out of nowhere. A perfectly ordinary day on the planet. My husband, GT, and I get in the car to go somewhere. And as usual, I reach for the radio knob to put My Music on.

And. God. Stops. Me.

Just gently nudges me.

And I draw my hand back. And I think. And I realize. I have a choice.

And somewhere out of "outer space," (haha) this voice says, "Honey, what station would you like to listen to?" (Ok, now I'm really crying.)

And he looked at me. Like "Who Stole Judith? Did aliens cart her away?!"

But once GT recovered, he made a suggestion. Timidly, I grant you.

And I found That radio station for him.

It was that simple. It was that complex. It was that earthly. And that heavenly.

Because God intersected my life that day and interrupted my path.

And that was the beginning of the woman you know as Judith today.

Here is your takeaway, my friends.

If you are plagued by a habit, an attitude, a lifestyle, a way of thinking and acting that you wish to goodness you could change.

Take heart. Gain hope. From my story.

Because If You Are Willing.

God will take you one baby step at a time.

To your goal.

He Loves You So!

Hearts to all.....

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We wait....

March 13, 2017 12:03AM, 0 comments

All our lives.....

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We must find....

February 15, 2017 09:02PM, 1 comments

A reason for the pain.

Or we will squander carefree days.

As if they are owed to us.

They are not.

Find a reason for the pain.

Invite it in.

Sit awhile with it.

Understand and hear it.

And when it leaves for a spell.

There will be wisdom.

In the leaving.

It will come. It will go.

But peace will move in.

To stay.

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We must learn....

February 02, 2017 04:02PM, 1 comments

We must learn to be sick.

Before we can learn to be well.

We must learn to be fragmented.

Before we can learn to be whole.

We must learn to be at home.

With ourselves.

Before we can learn to be at Home.

With Him.

At last.

"This is my body, which is broken for you."

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In reverence and awe....

December 29, 2016 09:12PM, 3 comments

We stand.

Before the invisible throne of God.

And bow in service to the King.

Our heads, our hearts, our wills.

Our all. Forever His.

He who has brought us thus far.

Shall Carry us all the way.

Until transformed we rise.

Like eagles on the wing.

Earth will hold us no more.

We sing.

We sing.

We sing.

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There is no end....

November 01, 2016 02:11AM, 0 comments

To the sadness.

The gladness.

The madness.

She says...she says.

To the waves.

To the trees.

To the breeze.

To the ether.

Swirled like a blanket.

On the hills.

That breaks like a storm.

On the shore.

Where no ship dares.

For the breakers.

Are takers of hearts.

So she runs and climbs.

Climbs.

Climbs.

To the top.

Of the lighthouse.

To the safe chamber.

Of the Keeper.

And she falls into the bed.

He has made loosely and softly.

There, for her.

Where He snores in the chair.

By her bed.

There's no end to the sadness.

The gladness.

The madness.

And the endless sea that separates us.

She whispers against the wind.

And He stirs.

In the dark.

And says I know.

I know.

Rest, dear one.

Let him go.

Shhh.

Rest, dear one.

I love you so.

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Love is....

October 25, 2016 05:10PM, 0 comments

"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear, the strength so strong mere force is feebleness, the truth more first than sun, more last than star." 

- E.E. Cummings

Photo by J.L. Quinton

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Happiness is....

October 02, 2016 02:10PM, 0 comments

Knowing your furnace is broken.

And winter approaches.

And you will have to build a fire everyday.

To keep you warm.

And knowing your man is gone.

And may never come back.

With his crazy, captivating charm.

To keep you warm.

And knowing your bones are old.

And your years grow short.

And it will be months before the sun reappears.

To keep you warm.

Knowing all of this.

Knowing every bit of it.

And yet....

You are warm.

You are enveloped.

You are embraced.

This is happiness.

Not the earthly kind.

This is the Habakkuk.

Kind of happiness.

The ember deep down.

In the inner core.

Of your being.

That starts a fire.

Of praise until.

It fills every sinew, muscle.

And bone.

And becomes marrow.

The fat.

The blessed fat.

Of peace.

That cushions it all.

Everything.

Oh, glory be.

And thank you, God.

Thank you, thank you.

God.

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