“Uncle,” from my book, “God Is Not A Stuffed Shirt”

Oh P a Pa,

I saw worlds within worlds today,

as I sat and watched your rippling sea

that seems to spill over the horizon.

Above floated white clouds,

mimicking the pattern of the rolling waves

that spilled against the shore with fingers of white;

crawling and hissing onto the sand.

Oh, the sand, gazillions of teeny tiny everything!

Soft – made for bare feet;

soggy, for sucking toes into the quicksand!

Oh, to walk along the sand

with the tingling cold Spring sea

trying to catch me as I ran backward,

giggling with little girl laughter!

It’s time to take your shoes off –

they don’t belong on the wet and sandy seashore!

PaPa; which is stronger,

the ocean or the mountains?

I think the ocean is,

because it can write its name on a cliff side,

and swallow an island;

while the mountain trips on its boulders

and slides into the river and feeds the sea.

Yes, my guess would be that

if the ocean and a mountain arm wrestled,

the ocean would win –

though it would probably take

a long, long time for the mountain to say, “uncle!”

But, PaPa, your gentle, loving Spirit

is stronger than them both, and,

with one word, you can still the sea like glass

and crumple a mountain into a meadow.

Well, as strong as the mountains and the sea are,

I will only say, “uncle” to You!!!!

 

Praise Jesus

Oh Father,

My belly fills with butterflies as I sing praises to our Savior, Jesus Christ. The largeness of Him breaks through any boundaries I have imposed  upon myself.

Sometimes my fire is a timid little flame, sputtering in the breeze of the day. It explodes to its flash point when I allow my heart a free run with praise. For I do praise You, Jesus!

You are mighty and strong and powerful in Your gentleness and Your sweet, fragrant love. Thank You, Jesus, thank You!

I rest safely in Your arms and praise You with my heart, my soul, and my voice…Praise God! Hallelujah! Amen, Lord, amen! Yes, praise Jesus!

Amen!