I've got time

I’ve got time. I’m a mom. I wipe noses and soothe owies and break up fights. I lose my cool and lack my rest and never show up at my best. Who has time for beauty? I’m a mom. I feel the burden of tomorrow and wait

What we need

A job. A home. A spouse. A family. Relief. Things we might feel we need. “Now a man who was lame from birth was being carried to the temple gate called Beautiful, where he was put every day to beg from those going into the temple courts” (Acts 3:2)

Measure by Heaven

Measure by Heaven  And not by man  The cost He asks you to pay.  For steep the cost  And foolish loss  The Way through human eye.  But they are blind  To the Love that binds  Us to that rugged Way.  And they cannot see  This is but tiny fee  For

We're looking

We can go back. Yeah. We know. But we’re looking, yeah looking On before. On to forever To a home for me and you, Soaked in the sunshine of All that He is. We can go back. Yeah, we know. But we’re looking, yeah looking On before To

Munching

Like a moth He consumes  All that harms and pulls,  All that tempts us down  And tender tugs our souls. Like a moth He is munching  All that dross, rot, and sin.  Can you hear tiny crunching?  A purging munch by Him.  He crumbles and cracks,  All the wood, hay,