“Dancing in the Rain”

there are times I feel the teardrops fall before I tell them no
it’s almost like hope leaks out
I think about failing
about not having rent
about support that’s there and not
then I think about the enemy laughing at my defeat
and I become empowered
I may not know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doing
Hope isn’t about money
or friends
or family
Hope is Jesus
and NEVER leaks out

one more day that the enemy lost and I’ll make flags from VICTORY

“Always More”

what if there was more to life
than shedding clothes for men
what if there was more to life
than selling her body
what if there was more to life
than what she saw in the mirror
what if there was more to life
than the traumatic visions of old
what if there was more to life
than having to be better than others
what if there was more to life
than money

there is
and His Name is Jesus

Convenience of Prayer

Lately, I’ve been invited by some friends to dance at a church in La Mesa, and I’ve been welcoming their invitation to worship. This past Sunday after church, Corrie and I were coming out of a 7-11 convenience store, laughing (as usual).

Without knowing, we almost dressed identical, so we were joking about how everything was the same: our outfits were the same, our waters were the same, our Jesus was the same…as we were giggling and displaying this, a young man joined in, lifted his ice coffee, and said, “Our coffee is the same!” Well, to me, that’s an invitation to talk, so I stopped. Continue reading