Every Spring
I think a thing
That God must love
The color green
Light green, lime green
Yellow green
Foam green
Moss green
Pickle green
Lizard green, olive green
Pear green
Basil green
Spinach green
Mint green
Every green
To witness Spring
That’s why I think
God sure loves green
A weird thing. I’m coming to peace with my own story. I so wanted a different one. A straighter line. Fewer mistakes. Less embarrassing myself. Less turmoil. This foreign peace may have come from writing the memoir. Or finally with age and acceptance. But Jesus, definitely Jesus.
When we let divisions and differences within the body of Christ divide us, then something other than our Lord Christ is ascendant. When we turn aside from those wounded in our midst, according to Jesus, we have turned aside from Him.
Me: Can we talk about structural racism?
Evangelicals: We need to talk about leggings.
Me: Can we talk about sexual assault in the church?
Evangelicals: We need to talk about leggings.
Me: We have GOT to talk about Christian nationalism.
Evangelicals: Leggings.
Big sisters, pour into little sisters. Mentor them. Take them under your wing. Help raise up that next generation to realize they are known and loved and inconceivably valued by Christ and how to begin their journey to know & love him in return. Makes an incalculable difference.
May we Christians lament the January 6th insurrection.
May we be heard confessing how Jesus’ name was taken in vain that day for the sake of political extremism and violence.
May we repent from all the ways we’ve allowed nationalism to be associated with Christianity.
Between all that stuff with Josh Duggar yesterday & another article coming out w/allegations against a Houston Bible-waving judge, I was beside myself last night. Wept again this AM. I wanted to scream into the void, EVERYBODY GET THERAPY!! I want to remind you of what I’m having