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I adored the oak but was drawn by the sounds of the playful sea. And so I find myself stuck neither here nor there because those waves always move me but I should know by now they wouldn’t keep me.

It’s always this impression of freedom – the wild thrill of those waves in the wide open – crashing, lulling and bubbling around my toes, ankles, fingers and hips, and I should leave but it moves me. It pulls me until I am covered, dripping, floating, thirsty, happy, searching, giggling, surrendering, held and left, and held, and … Read the rest of this entry »

We didn’t have room really. Five little women, mice running through the walls, and a premature baby boy who took my heart without asking. Read the rest of this entry »

Faded blue ink marks like indefinite scars on these simple white sheets that wrap my frame quietly in hopes I might find rest… and I kind of like their presence. Read the rest of this entry »

I talk a lot. Actually, I talk so much I don’t get to know my friends the way I want to, I say things I don’t want to. Most of all, when I do finally shut my yapper to listen to others, I open it quickly with advice as though advice it what is needed. And true, advice is needed and wise counsel good. But looking at wisdom… it seems talking and wisdom could discerningly be separated time after many other times.

I’m the first to admit I don’t love when others have so much of their ‘wisdom’ to pour into my life. I think it’s safe to assume that isn’t easy for a majority of people.

And yet, somehow I make an exception for my mouth to open wide and vomit all that doesn’t need to be said.

I want to be wise. I’m learning the Proverb  that says the words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing doesn’t even have a true-false scenario. It is always true. I know from experience. You know from experience. It’s not the brutal words, but rather those words that are simply reckless as uncontrollable car crashes. They bring the opposition of healing. And yet it is from the very tongue of the wise that healing comes from. Talking is so much more important than I give it credit for sometimes.

So three years ago, when I’d really read the words of James 3.17, I found myself in a state. And tonight I think I’m there once again. I have so much to learn about wisdom. I can’t even check off the first on its list, though that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying {By the grace of God alone I succeed}!

I desire nothing less than to be like my heavenly Dad. To be the royalty He’s called me to. Which means I won’t be silent, and I won’t be loud.

After all, it seems to me that wisdom is a matter of the heart. And Eyes the window of the soul. And when people peer into mine, I can only pray for grace enough to simply listen with wise eyes erupting from a purified soul.

But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure. It is also peace loving, gentle at all times, and willing to yield to others, It is full of mercy and good deeds. It shows no favoritism and is always sincere. NLT 


But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure. Then it gives peace. It is gentle and willing to obey. It is full of loving-kindness and of doing good. It has no doubts and does not pretend to be something it is not. NLV

Sometimes, wisdom is just learning to stop talking. In fact, I think it’s more like most times.