Questions & Answers

No matter how critical the disease, no matter how unbending the immovable wall (of hatred, fear, frustration), no matter what material sense tries to shout, I can be patient, Father. No matter what blackness seems to engulf, I will be patient, wait on You.

His hand gently leading beside still waters. I resisted— hesitant, halting.

Two mites—all she had—to tithe for her God. See Mark 12:41-44.

A poetic offering

Who is on the edge of time precariously waiting for Push forward, pull back? Not me. Why? I am companioned.

My will, Be still. Let go the thrill Of I and my and me.

All gates, fire-burned, old wall but scattered stone, Gave entry to those men who would despoil. But Nehemiah prayed, then planned alone To mend the breach.

The wind howls through the trees as the gale snaps the branches and flings them to the ground. Under the threatening clouds, yet high, high above the earthbound rage and tumult a lone gray gull hovers, motionless, supported by an unseen power.

I saw myself saying to one in need, "Don't let your heart become discouraged. " A pleasant panacea.

The barest tree can always be remembered green. The darkest night of deepest fear gives way to light.