“Do not envy wicked men, do not desire their company; for their hearts plot violence, and their lips talk about making trouble. Do not fret because of evildoers or be envious of the wicked, for the evildoer has no future hope, and the lamp of the wicked will be snuffed out.” Proverbs 24:1, 2, 19,Continue reading “FRETTING OVER WICKED PEOPLE”
Category Archives: Acceptance
BLAK Lives Matter (Part 2) – But I hurt, and the Need is so great…
Image retrieved from https://www.wallpaperflare.com/nature-landscape-lake-boat-nautical-vessel-water-transportation-wallpaper-pilip Something interesting happened that intercepted Joshua’s escape to solitude. A crowd heard he was on the lake. They knew the private spot where he was going. And they beat him there. When he landed he saw a large crowd. It was a sea of blak lives. There in their midst, he zoomedContinue reading “BLAK Lives Matter (Part 2) – But I hurt, and the Need is so great…”
Knees Bowed
I was confused, by asphalt bruised, As his life oozed, his pleas refused. Now my police bow a knee, My first response says “I disagree – That very posture took a life.” Yet now it somehow calms the strife A soothing balm for grieving souls, Instead of heaping burning coals. I start to perceive aContinue reading “Knees Bowed”
As a Mother of Two Black Men
I beseech you, As a mother of two black men. I want them to live to run in the street, to play a mean guitar stanza and hold a crazy karate stance. To do whatever they were made to do without worrying if they will come home to live some more. They are myContinue reading “As a Mother of Two Black Men”
Stubborn Curls
When my Paul was about 3, he dreaded walking into new situations, especially where there were crowds. The Rancher who fathered him is rather bashful so I intelligently attributed it to that genetic frailty (I can say this stuff because he doesn’t read my blogs.) I had to reassure Paul we would have a greatContinue reading “Stubborn Curls”
My Body is a Sagging Tent
A dear friend, 6 significant years younger than I, contacted me feeling woebegone. She’s about to turn forty and she feels lousy. Her eye-sight is suddenly failing, her metabolism is on strike, and her children – all under the age of 8 – think they are smarter than her despite her doctorate degree. She’d envisionedContinue reading “My Body is a Sagging Tent”
Don’t Let the Dung Pile Too High
“Without oxen a stable stays clean, but you need a strong ox for a large harvest.” Pr 14:4 If you have kids, you’ll have noise, sleepless nights, messes, and trouble. Either accept that or don’t have kids. You’ll also have laughter, delight, and a full heart. If you want a spouse, you’ll have growth-pains,Continue reading “Don’t Let the Dung Pile Too High”
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