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.

What If He MEANT It?

“…just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.”
~John 13:34

We all know that Jesus said that we are to love one another. But that’s not all He said. He said that we are supposed to love one another as He loves us. That’s a tall order, I know, especially when you think about His ability to forgive—let alone His grace!

How are we to love as God loves? For me, I start by letting in His love. I bathe in His glorious light and ponder the fact that I have done nothing to deserve it; it is freely given. Only then can I begin to understand His love for me—a sinner, fallible, broken, unable to fathom His magnitude and magnificence—yet, He loves me! At night when I sit out under the stars, I know that my place in God’s universe is incredibly infinitesimal. If God can love a little speck like me, and love me in spite of all of my shortcomings, surely, I can open my heart to another one of His children—a child that He loves just as much as He loves me!

I know I will never love as God loves, for I’m not God, I’m not that perfect. But I try to emulate Him to the best of my ability because I’m sure that Jesus meant what He said. We are to love others as He loves us, which means completely, no strings attached. That’s a high bar, I know, but it’s one worth stretching for every day.



You Are SO This!

“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God
he created them; male and female he created them.”
~Genesis 1:27

“Tell them how beautiful they are, ” God said as I was waking up.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” I said, as I sleepily opened my eyes. I sat up and stretched.

“Remind them that they are made in my image,” He encouraged.

“I haven’t even had my coffee yet, Big Guy! Give me a minute, for heaven’s sake!” I teased.

“It’s important that they take to heart what they are. They are so precious. So very, very precious. And they forget, you know,” God whispered gently. I knew His words were for me, too.

“Yes, I know,” I said, and kicked off the covers. I padded into the bathroom, and there sat the scale, glaring at me. “Boy, do I know!”  I looked in the mirror. An aging woman stared back at me. I averted my eyes so as to not see all the wrinkles and gray hair.

“Don’t look away!” God scolded me. “Look at yourself as if you are looking into my eyes.”

I raised my gaze to my reflection. I pretended I was looking into God’s eyes and suddenly, I saw the beauty of my soul. It didn’t matter, my skin and hair. “You are beautiful Sparrow because you are made in my image,” God explained. I kept my gaze on my reflection until I could feel God’s words all the way down to the marrow in my bones. “Please, tell everyone how beautiful they are,” He asked me again.

“Yes, God. I’ll tell them.” I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. Outside, the sun was peeking over the horizon. I waved a cheery hello to her and sat down by the window to watch the day arrive. It was a beautiful sunrise!

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