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Under the Carpenter’s Measure

Peace does not arrive with fanfare.It comes as a thin thread in the hand—easily broken, easily ignored—yet strong enough to pull a lifeback from the edges. I have learned this:the heart fractures long before the voice does.A quiet judgment here,a hurried assumption there,the beam settling into the eyeone splinter at a timeuntil I cannot seeeven…
Dust Where Mercy Writes

There are dayswhen the heart feels like a househalf-remembered—doors open,windows shuttered,light falling in placesI have not dusted in years. Something moves inside—not loud enough to name,just enough to rearrangethe shadows. I once thought peace was stillness,but stillness can be the quietof broken potteryleft where it fell.Peace is something else—a slow gathering of fragments,a palm cupped…
Work of His Hands

(Inspired by Ephesians 2:10) Before the dawn first kissed the earth,Before the seas gave song its birth,Your name was traced in love’s design—His masterpiece in heart and mind. The Potter shaped from common clay,A vessel set for light to stay;Each curve and line by mercy traced,No stroke of grace by chance misplaced. In Christ, the…
Fallow Ground

(Inspired by Hosea 10:12) I have let the seasons whisper past,the heart-field settled into itself—hard quiet,thin seams threading the claywhere something once breathed. The plow waits in the rafters,its edge remembering work.I pretend the sky will break first,though rain slides off stoneas if the earth has nothing left to say. So I lift the old…
Behold the Lamb

The whip cracked loud—each savage blowleft rivers where the blood would flow;A robe of purple, rough with hate,clung to His wounds beneath its weight. A crown of thorns, each piercing deep,made Heaven’s hosts in sorrow weep;And on His back the timber lay,its splinters marking mercy’s way. The nails tore through with ringing sound,as flesh and…
Glory in the Dust

He does not choose the polished stoneThat gleams beneath the sun;He lifts the jagged, weathered rockAnd carves till grace is done. He walks where reputation fades,Where nets lie torn in sand;He calls the calloused, trembling onesAnd writes their names by hand. The crown He gives is not for thoseWho stand without a scar,But for the…
Peter

The Sea of Galilee shimmered beneath early light, a mixture of rose and silver, wind-stirred in places but calm in others—the kind of morning when fishermen measured hope against exhaustion. Nets slapped the water; ropes groaned; the scent of brine mingled with the smell of sweat and damp wood. Among the boats moved a man…
When Two Are Better: The Multiplying Power of Fellowship

Independence may feel safe, but Scripture keeps gently pulling us toward interdependence. “Two are better than one… For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow” (Ecclesiastes 4:9–10). Jesus roots this in Himself: “Without me ye can do nothing” (John 15:5). If we need Christ’s life for every breath, we need Christ’s body…
Now: The Holy Ground of Becoming

Scripture Focus: II Corinthians 6:2
In Your Time, Lord

(Inspired by John 16:12 “I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.”) Lord, teach me truths I cannot bear,Reveal them gently, with loving care.A little light for each day’s pace,A steady hand, a needed grace. Keep me from rushing, quick to demand,Fruit without soil, harvest unplanned.Help me endure,…