Thanksgiving: Home

The world is wide, and all its wonders, calling— mountains and castles and streams. But I am tired, and all my heart-steps, craving— not mountains, not castles—but home. Thank you, Lord, for home. –

Thanksgiving: Friends

Father, thank You for friends— the lamp light on the dark road home that gilds the rocks before our feet and shines—seen or unseen— however far across the earth we roam, still burning past the line where darkness ends.

Thanksgiving: Sundays

Father, thank You for Sundays— brothers and sisters huddled at your feet, singing to You and remembering You and waiting for You— sweet foreshadows of Home. –

Thanksgiving: Music

We think we see it, but the gliding bows and fingers dancing on the strings are only keys to hidden portals, unlocking sounds of a higher realm— a beautiful language that fills the hall, speaking not to eyes, but to the heart. Thank You, Lord, for music. […]

Thanksgiving: A Beautiful Night

Father, thank You for this night— the moon ascending on a starlit chair above illumined edges of the clouds—all white— the frozen earth below, ashimmer in its gaze, the silhouetted trees uplifting empty hands in praise, a lonely leaf wandering on the wisps of wind, and I, admiring, wondering, smiling, there within the artwork of […]

A Thanksgiving Prayer

We bow our hearts before You, Lord, in simple thankfulness outpoured for You, our God, have made us rich: You spread your gifts out like the stars— skies and skies of diamond shards that catch Your light in the dark and shine— a billion testaments to love that we can only see the edges of. […]