A Letter of Hope

A Love Letter of Hope – A Time for Mourning a Time for Dancing

Life isn’t always beautiful roses and fragrant daffodils.  Sometimes life carries the stench of dead things – dead dreams, dead hopes, dead feelings, loss of people, loss of relationships.  It reeks of pungent rottenness.  We’ve all been there.  Heads hanging so low, not even the sun can lift them.  Hearts so heavy with the ashes of our pain that we are immobilized.  Yes, life isn’t always a beautiful song.  Sometimes it is the wincing melody of screeching nails on black chalkboard.

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Leaf on the Ground by Marvia Davidson

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Dissonance {A Real Talk}

Dissonance.

What do you do when life grates against your core?
What do you choose to remember when soul and mind are is disagreement or disarray?
Do you lean in? Walk away? Bury your head in the sand?
Is dissonance a stigma, or does it point you to a deeper truth?

I find myself in a new season.  It’s one of pruning, releasing, settling, and restoration.  All.  At.  Once.  It’s a bit overwhelming when dissonance shows up on your doorstep.  It demands attention.  It requires my sight and my heart.  So today I am listening, leaning in to the whisper.

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Invite Me to Grace

Tell me the story – your real life account
Your words dripping with the fragrance
of an agonizing truth
Invite me to the grace of loving well
Can I sit with you across the table
And listen without failing your heart?

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I will tell the judging urge to abate
I will steel my heart for the frame of acceptance
I will make this space safe
Our connection is my priority

Tell me the story of your blossoming soul
Your thoughts spilling like water on dry, cracked ground
Invite me to the grace of embracing wholly
Can I look you in the eye unflinchingly
and hear you without excluding holy whispers?

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I will tell the condemning to be silent
I will hold your hands with the hope of restoration
We will make this place safe
Affinity with you is my priority

We are His Story unfolding
In broken places and
Along arrow pathways
Where hearts hemorrhage
With the ache to be made well

We are balm invited to the deep
To the heavy, to the sacred and
Not-so-sacred ruined ones

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Invite me to the cross where
Conviction is nailed
Overturned
Split open
With Love gaping wide

Yes, tell me the story
Invite me to the grace of loving well

Linking up with Lisha Epperson for #GiveMeGrace

Priority Mail {A Poem}

It was torn from the First
Ripped from perfect priority
Frayed and shredded where 
Edges bleed life

But there is the faintest 
Whisper of redemption

Hope will come
Broken hearts are not lost

The one-winged bird of 
My dreams shall fly again
The First shall be restored
The bleeding edges shall
Be mended with the 
Balm of Gilead

Hope will come
I will rise.

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Linking up with Jamie Bagley for How to Find a Sliver of Light