Obedience Wins The Day

Obedience Wins The Day

“God, sometimes I don’t want to write,” I confessed as I sat staring at the keyboard. “I don’t think I can share another little story with the world.”

“But you always do,” God spoke gently.

“Yes, somehow I do.” I sighed, not feeling very enthusiastic.

“You show up even when you don’t feel like showing up. That’s obedience. It’s what builds strength and character,” God said.

“But somedays my writing is terrible,” I replied.

“The quality of your words doesn’t matter. It’s the effort that matters. You are obedient to your dream of sharing love in the world. Imagine what could happen if everyone were obedient to their dreams!” God said.

“I’ll write today if you’ll hold my heart so I’m not weary.”

“I will help everyone be obedient to their dreams. All they have to do is ask.”

“I’ll tell them,” I said, and began typing.




Keep Moving Forward

Keep Moving Forward

I sat in the porch swing on the deck and watched the birds at the feeder. They seemed content to be in the warm sun, leisurely enjoying their breakfast. I took a sip of my coffee and thought about the day ahead. It was going to be anything but leisurely. “I’ve got so many projects I’m working on that there aren’t enough hours in the day,” I sighed.

God walked up onto the deck. “May I sit with you?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” I said, and moved over so that He had enough room.

“I’ve given you the same amount of hours that I’ve given the rest of my creation,” He said as He sat down. “What seems to be the trouble?”

“I’m working practically around the clock to achieve some of my work goals,” I explained.

“You can slow down, Sparrow. You don’t have to stress yourself.”

“I thought pushing to get ahead was the formula for success.”

“Take your time,” He said. “As long as you don’t stop moving forward you’ll get to where you want to go, little by little.”

I took another sip of my coffee and savored the warmth and taste. “Thank you for permission to slow down.”

“You didn’t need my permission. You just needed to be reminded,” He said and smiled. He pushed back the swing then let it go—propelling us forward and back in a steady rhythm for my now unhurried morning.



Do What The Sun Does

Do What The Sun Does

The day was done. The sun took her last bow, and graciously sank from view.  I sat on the deck, pulling my scarf tightly around my neck to ward off the cold, and watched the night sky slowly come to life, star by star.  Above the eastern ridgeline, the moon climbed into view, spilling her pale candle of light onto the hills below.

“The sun had to set for the moon and stars to shine,” God whispered to me.

“Yes, I know,” I agreed. “It’s so bright it drowns out everything else.”

God nodded. We sat together in silence, the only sound between us, the rustling of the trees. After some time, I rose to go inside.

“I think I know what you wanted me to learn tonight, God,” I spoke as I opened the door. “To remember to get off center stage so that others can shine and be seen.”

God put His gentle hand on my shoulder. “That’s right, Sparrow,” He said. “Let others have a turn. Let others shine.”

I looked back over my shoulder just in time to catch a shooting star blaze a trail across the darkened sky— God’s exclamation point.


This Always Happens

This Always Happens

“Will the world ever go back to being like it was?” I asked God as I pulled up the blankets and settled myself for sleep. “The pandemic has changed everything.” I tugged on the lamp chain and extinguished the light.

“The world is never the same. Every day it changes, for life constantly changes,” God answered me softly. “But the sun comes up every morning and chases away the darkness. Light always returns, no matter how long or how deep the darkness.”

“I’ll trust that tomorrow will be as it should be,” I replied.

Outside, a chorus of frogs began to sing, lulling me closer to slumber.

Sparrow?” God said. “There’s one more thing.”

“Yes?” I asked, rather groggily.

“You can always count on me being here,” God said.

“Thank you,” I murmured, then drifted off to sleep, safe in that knowledge.




Start With The Rocks

Start With The Rocks

You can’t hate your brother or sister and love God.
~1 John 4:20

The evening moon peered over the eastern rim of the world and smiled. Its pale candle of light cast shadows across the garden. I sat in the porch swing and watched the day release her grip and surrender to the inevitable darkness. “It was a good day, God,” I prayed. “A very good day. But some of the people I met today didn’t see you. They didn’t love you. How can I help them?’ I asked.

“Tell them to first love the rocks and minerals that line the earth. Then the plants and trees that grow. Next, love the animals that roam, and the birds that soar—the bugs that fly and crawl. After they have fallen in love with those things, tell them to love people. Then they will be able to love me, for I am in everything I have created,” God answered.

“I’ll be sure to tell them,” I answered softly so as to not disturb the gentle breath of God as it settled down over me.

Time For God

Time For God

“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up,
left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.”
~Mark 1:35

The earth beneath my swing is hollowed out—a dusty rut where the grass once grew—worn down from the drag of my feet.

I’m ruining the grass, God,” I said, as I pumped my legs, propelling the swing higher.

“That’s quite alright, Sparrow.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. Time in your swing is time with me,” God answered.

“That’s true. I’m usually thinking of you when I’m here.”

“I know.” God smiled and patted me on the head. “I wish everyone wore down a path to me.”

“Would you like me to tell them?”

“Yes. Please tell them that I wish that they had time for me.”

“I’ll tell them, God,” I promised. And so I have with these words here.

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