The Muse in the Mess: Stories on the Life of the Soul
Notice everyone Jesus blessed is needy. Being blessed is more than a sassy ironic Southern idiom. For Jesus it meant bowing to receive God’s personal touch of grace. We cannot receive God’s blessing standing tall and proud, unwilling to recognize our need for God’s grace. It is admitting I can’t do this alone but I can do it with you.
When regret becomes chronic, we become bound to the past, a past that no longer is and that we have probably misinterpreted. Hoping backward then leads to anger, anxiety, shame, false guilt, powerlessness, and an inability to make decisions. We become neurotic ghosts.
I’m not a miracle snob. I’ll take them as they come. I am grateful for the many times God has used modern medicine to deliver a miracle in my life. In 2015 I had a heart attack while in a doctor’s office hooked up to an EKG. God and science saved my life that day.
Waiting. How did Jesus' disciples feel on that dark Saturday after Jesus was crucified? Remembering the emptiness, grief, fear, disbelief, and irrational hope I felt after my dad's death, I imagined this response. Neil Berg’s rock opera The 12 imagines that day not as...
The first time I experienced the Grand Canyon, I stood back from its precipice in child-like awe stunned by its vast beauty. Reds, golds, grays, blacks, chalk whites mingled in impossible hues. Vertigo swirled. My toes clung to the rock path through my boot...
Through Kalista’s death God taught me to listen. Through listening God is continually renewing my life!