The Color of Love

In everyone’s life, the color of love has a different hue, a different shade, a different look that capture’s the eye, a heart, a smile. God is constantly painting the picture of my life, and love takes on a different color all the time, but let me share with you what it looks like now. Continue reading

Clean Socks

A couple years ago, a friend called and asked if she could come over for prayer. As we were sitting on my bed, she started crying…weeping…bawling. In moments like those, rising to grab tissue may interrupt the Holy Spirit, so normally, I let the tears be wiped away, but this time, she “really” needed something more than a hand, and right next to me was a basket of clean laundry. I asked her, “Want a sock; it’s clean?” At the sound of that question, she lost it.
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“Take a Bow”

one by one
they filed through the door
no one looked familiar

one by one
they filed through the door
none were my friends

one
by
one

no one

the performance had started
maybe they were in the back
kneeling down behind a tree

walking through the space
no one looked familiar
smiling at strangers

no one

the final piece
flowed together
like a forest

we all joined hands
and bowed together
friends and family surrounding dancers

and there I stood
alone

no one came

“Grounded”

On my way to see Lee, this is a tree I walk past in Balboa Park.
On my way to see Lee, this is a tree I walk past in Balboa Park.

Planted
Rooted
Growth

a lifetime of change
a lifetime of seasons

standing tall
in the middle of it all

rising in the Son
dancing in the wind
withstanding darkness

Bananas and Mayonnaise

When I had lunch with Lee on Tuesday (the day I actually remembered to pop the popcorn, the day I wasn’t sure if he’d be there), we had such a good chat. We always do, but because I had gone through my personal loss of our friendship by not knowing if he’d be there, I appreciated our chatting all the more, and we had a lot to talk about. Continue reading

Friends, Not Idols

Okay, guess what I did yesterday? I cried, but it was a good thing.

Yesterday morning, as I was packing a lunch for me and possibly Lee, I realized I needed to go shopping, which I did last night, but I totally ended up taking a “snack-lunch” (instead of a “sack” lunch (ha ha)): watermelon, popcorn, chips, pretzels, and hard boiled eggs, but it was so good, and I didn’t have to eat alone. Continue reading