Cells at Work

There’s something about being sick that appeals to me. The whole time I was sick, which was a little over a day, I felt nestled up in God’s lap: the picture of a daughter on her daddy’s lap…him stroking her hair and arm. THAT was me and God, and as much as I don’t like being sick, I like being nestled. Continue reading

“The Other way”

when I think about a life apart from God
I see darkness
blankness
a world full of
wonder and
lust
gratification in every want
not knowing
that the want is
darkness
always eating
always playing
always digging a grave
deeper
with no way to escape
seeing darkness
as light
the dirt
as a blanket
the shovel
as a sword
chewing the air
to swallow
seeing
the opening at top
slipping further away
until
nothing