I am an alien.

I feel it in every fiber of my being.

Who am I ?

I used to be the wife and helpmate of a wonderful, Godly man.

I’ve heard it said so many times

And it always sounds like an excuse:

“I read the Bible but I just don’t get it.”

Hunger rears its familiar head again.

The children beckon in harmony, “Mommy.”

As a culture, Jesus and His claims offend us.

Our modern sensibilities bristle at Him.

Live in and through me:

Treasure with my eyes;

Comfort with my hands;

Value with my ears;

The first time I heard her, I ignored her.

She pointed out my youthful round limbs and torso

But I kept playing.

She showed up again in the gaze of my peers,

As their bodies began to develop,

And mine didn’t – not that way.

“Hey Peanut, come over here,”

I heard my Daddy say.

I ran and jumped in His lap.

His arms felt strong around me.

Lord, I admit it is hard to press on

when it seems what I desire most is behind me.

I long for the love of a man You’ve taken home.

A man You gave me, and then took away all too soon.

In a world inundated by “news,” how did I miss the truly good news of Jesus:

As the only true rest in this life?

As the only hope for eternal beauty?

As the only unpolluted motivation?

As the only life-giving identity?

Your song is both restful and motivational.

When I tune my ear,

And listen for your inimitable melody;

When I stop encircling my own belly button,

And take my focus off me,

Then I am free to really dance.

I’m the brother who wandered,

I’m the brother who squandered,

Every dime that I had,

Chasing dreams in my head,

Of life, free from my Father.

He doesn’t really see her.

She is “a sinner.”

And yet He lets her touch Him.

Her life exhibits the lust of her flesh,

There is a tug-of-war within my own heart:

The siren song of my flesh pulls for my way.

Conversely, Jesus calls me to an upside-down world

And wisdom begs me to contemplate opposing corridors.

I strained to hear her voice.

A lullaby, hauntingly familiar

A cradle, long ago abandoned

A loving embrace, forgotten.

Again this day, this hour, this minute,

I need You. Jesus,

You are my Good News.

Live in and through me:

Treasure with my eyes;

Comfort with my hands;

Value with my ears…

When life seems out of control,

Trust Me, I AM in control.

When the waiting seems too long,

Trust Me, I AM in the silence.

A broken spirit and a contrite heart

are what You desire most from me.

All the service I can offer You;

All the boldness I have for You…

Help me, God.

I live in darkness;

I wake to loneliness;

I am perpetually afraid…