Jumping for Joy

This blog comes from a chapter of a book called Jumping for Joy. I am working on it slowly. I pray it ministers to you. In the late 1970’s and 1980’s, my mother took to sewing. She used to wear lovely maxi dresses, which she hand-stitched using McCall’s patterns and added adornments. My mother, Vicky,…

Darkness and Light

I stumbled across this poem written many years ago and decided to post it. It was covering every windowpaneDarknessThick and draped and full of dustA scent of mothballsA hint of myrrhAnd along the hearth a candle burnsDripping waxCollected things adorned on nooksCoat racks and cluttered clothesBoards of oak along the floorSpores of moldAnd years of…

The Myrrh of Miriam/ Mary

In this teaching, we will look at Miriam and the anointing oil she poured out, but first, I have a question. Are we cursing or holding back blessings from our fellow family members? There was a prophet in the Bible named Balaam, who was enticed to curse Abba’s people. Once he realized that he could…

Beauty for Ashes

I found this poem from last year and wanted to post it. Maybe you have felt the same things at times? I gathered all my strength and tried to raise up from the ashes. I held ashes in my hands and raised them up to Him “Here, take these ashes– I screamed!” “Give me beauty,”…

The Naked King

There is a children’s book written by H. S. Anderson titled The Emperor’s new clothes. I’ll be weaving this tale along with a man named Naaman in this writing concerning self-perception and denial. “The name Naaman is derived from the verb נעם (na’em) meaning be pleasant, sweet, delightful, and beautiful” (Abarim Publications). We can be all…

Do we hate Him?

“Though you have slept among the sheepfolds (the sheepfolds, שְׁפַ֫תָּ֥יִם Strong’s Hebrew 8240: fireplaces, ash heaps), yet shall you be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold” (Psalm 68:13, KJ). Recently, I received an urgent prayer request for a little girl who is three years old. She…

Grace

The picture above is a cabin built out of refurbished wood from my grandpa and grandma Green’s home. It was built on their land, and I love it. I entered this particular poem in a contest a few months back but did not win. However, I enjoyed writing it, and since my husband and I…

Hate is?

Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers,…