Thursday, September 19, 2013

Pebbles and Boulders

Some days are full of pebbles-
a myriad of small, stinging pains,
any one of them minor,
together an onslaught that flings dirt in the eyes, 
draws tears,
leaves a thousand tiny bruises.

Then there are boulder seasons-
breathtaking, crushing things 
too large for my finite mind,
blocking the view,
impeding progress.

These are boulder days.
Church issues.
A friend's heart and home shattered by infidelity.
Administrative changes in our school district.
A senior and a freshman.
Students in darkness breaking the surface as anger 
and kids in darkness masked by a pleasant demeanor.

Amid the boulders,
I cry out to Jesus--
to be salt and light,
gentle, winsome, truthful, faithful--

but mostly just for Him.

Do not tremble, do not be afraid.

    Did I not proclaim this and foretell it long ago?
You are my witnesses. Is there any God besides me?
    No, there is no other Rock; I know not one.

Isaiah 44:8


  1. Oh my friend, your words are so true and eloquently written. I cry out to Jesus too!
    Stepping back into blogging. I have missed you.

  2. Oh friend, praying for you to know His peace, His joy, the assurance of His presence, even in these boulder days.

  3. I know those days. Praying that the Light will dispel the darkness my friend.