Tuesday, May 17, 2011


I have been trying to find my place.

Where do I belong?

Write a book?

Speak? Where? When? To whom?


The prisoner?

The mom, the wife, the single woman?

I don't know for sure.

So I pray and pray and pray.

The ministry of intercession is hidden in cocoon of transformation.

I go to work day after day learning the ministry of kindness.

Oh, to be kind to those who are not kind. There are those who cannot be kind. They hurt.

Perhaps my words can bring healing to body, mind, soul, spirit. Let is be so, God.

I long to brush the back of my hand along the cheek of the orphan, wipe their tears away, and give them hope.

My heart yearns to visit the homeless in cities devastated by storms. Offer them my hand of service, my heartfelt prayers, hope for future days.

Ah, the biggest dream, to have my family, my adult children, all circled around me desiring another Bible story and prayer. I would begin the story but midway, relinquish my chair to one of them, to carry on.

This ministry I am involved in looks so different from times past. It has evolved into new places, new people, new ways. I am being stretched into it. It doesn't look like much from the outside, but when the cocoon is opened and my new wings are exposed it will be obvious that I have not been alone in the hidden place. The One who makes all things beautiful, in time, He is with me.

1 comment:

myletterstoemily said...

and don't forget how you minster to us!
i am so blessed by everything you write!