Buried Tears

Buried Tears

Buried Tears I buried my tears, four feet deep into the earth.Is it enough? I wonderedas I tossed the final load of dirt.Unfortunately it wasn’tfor the springs began to rise.I grabbed the spade beside meAnd quickly dug another hole beside. A dozen feet moreand I...
This Piece of Land

This Piece of Land

This Piece of Land We signed the papers in the corner booth of an empty McDonald’s—squeezed tight on the bench like a couple of teenagers. This time those butterflies beat their wings for every dollar listed on our paperwork. Frigid air from the vent above...
Helping the Body in the Big and Small

Helping the Body in the Big and Small

Helping the Body in the Big and Small We all want to be able to help the hurting saints in our local congregations, but we won’t always be able to be there in the ways we want to. Sickness, travel, and our many other limitations can keep us from coming to the...
But Joy Comes With the Morning

But Joy Comes With the Morning

But Joy Comes With the Morning I stared up at the top of our small tent. Bedtime was hours ago, but my eyes had yet to succumb to the darkness. An inflatable mattress pad squeaked next to me, joined by another, then another. The symphony of squeaks repeated every five...
Two Truths for Deep Suffering

Two Truths for Deep Suffering

Two Truths for Deep Suffering Sometimes silence is the hardest part. When those tears stream onto the pillowcase and you quietly beg God to take away the pain, but he doesn’t. When you throw in another load of laundry and your heavy heart asks him one more time for...

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