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  • Posted on December 9, 2011 at 4:12 pm

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To play your ideas and dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try to is risk failure…

…but risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing. One may avoid some suffering and sorrow but one simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, live and love. Chained by one’s certitudes, one is a slave, one has forfeited freedom.
Only one who risks…is truly FREE.

–author unknown


  • Posted on September 4, 2011 at 9:32 am

God’s mercy surprises and overwhelms me.
He forgives even when I forget to forgive myself
And reminds me of His love
So I let myself go from my offenses.
So I praise His name for His protection and salvation
And His caring heart.
God is Nurturer, Comforter, Healer…

“He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.
He will bring justice to all who have been wronged.” Isaiah 42:3 NLT

‘and he prayed, “O Lord, God of Israel, there is no God like you in all of heaven above or on the earth below. You keep your covenant and show unfailing love to all who walk before you in wholehearted devotion.”‘ 1 Kings 8:23 NLT

Love Like A Cat

  • Posted on May 29, 2011 at 12:47 pm

Funny how God shows You His love at times.
I have a cat named Rocky who often loves me to the point of annoyance. He is fourteen years old and has been with me since he was about 8 weeks old. He is my baby, my still spry lively one. My little Prince Rochester.
He calls for me by name…Mama, like I used to call myself when he was little. He follows me around, begs to eat what I eat, sleeps with me, often on my side or my breast. He sings when I am coming home, I am told.
He wants to be held all the time.
But have you ever tried to prepare a hot breakfast with a small, wiry cat attached to your shoulder? Rocky has perfected his technique well.  I can bend over, let go of him completely, and he doesn’t fall. Mr. Kitty Leach, thank you very much!
And he has no front claws…
Often, God has told me to be like my Rocky. He wants us, His children, to be so close to Him that we will not leave Him alone, underfoot, clinging to Him, calling Him by name. Never letting go, anticipating His coming.
Eating what He eats.
God calls us as His Princes and Princesses to act, from our hearts, like my little Rocky.

“So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when He adopted you as His own children.Now we call Him, ‘Abba, Father.‘” Romans 8:15 NLT

A Prayer for Japan

  • Posted on March 11, 2011 at 8:06 am

God, please help Japan and all those who will be ultimately effected by the earthquake.  And please help those of us who can lend aid do so with willing hearts and hands. Strengthen us all and bring deliverance, we pray.
Please dance and sing over those in peril and pluck them out of danger, Lord. Amen. 

“May the LORD answer you in the day of distress; may the name of the God of Jacob protect you. May he send you help from the sanctuary, and may he sustain you from Zion.”
Psalm 20:1-2 ISV

Dancing Hearts

  • Posted on December 22, 2010 at 6:50 pm

I want a dancing heart,
One that leaps at small miracles.
A look in the eye,
A snowflake in mid-air,
The cabbage moths playing together in summer,
My cats sleeping dog-piled in twos,
The crown of my sister’s head asleep on my breast,
And the softness of her hair under my hand as she trusts me and rests…
The little things are miracles.
Feline heart-beats and purrings…
My heart dances when I notice these seemingly mundane things
Because they are precious.
In quiet moments, I feel God dance with me,
His arms around my heart.
Quietest, deepest communion…
Softly dancing, like lovers on a ballroom floor lost in each other,
Each listening to a mutually pounding heart…in tandem with their own.
Miracles do happen.
This is my dancing heart.

“My lover spoke and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.’” Song of Solomon 2:10-13 NIV