Quiet fan now purring, Cuckoo clock a’ticking, While I am sticking To the promises of God. Listening to the words Of blessed and ancient women, Up the stream they’re swimming With their “Yes” to God. Speak not to me Of “weak submission,” Name it Courageous Mission: On track with God....
Looking up through the ages, From promises given, Brave prophets spoke out, Were battered; kept living In step with the radical God Who kept speaking, Of hope, of glory, Of a Christ: No retreating. May we bow; may we stand, May we praise this Christ Living; May we love, May...
do… DO your life, dear daughter, Only one chance is given, To stretch to the fullest in God-formed design, Created for you in the heavens. DO your life, dear daughter, Unhampered by divisive word puzzles; Proud peoples try to pull you down, Satan’s ploy – always to muzzle. DO your...
“Come away,” says Jesus. May 6-7, women did! We met for 24 hours at the quaintly beautiful Dunrovin Retreat Center on the sparkling St. Croix, outside of Stillwater, Minn. Basking in Christ’s presence included needed sleep, reflection in God’s Word through journaling, coloring, and delighting in God’s out-of-doors spring creation,...
ALIVE!! dance, sister, dance… In darkness, dimly shrouded, grief-spent hours behind, she moves in silence toward the tomb, her Lord of love in mind. Behold! great hope and joy await, amazingly reborn; For at Christ’s feet she bends and bows – It’s Resurrection morn! Dance, sister, dance! The Christ you...
HOLY WEEK Silenced The Lamb… Jesus… bent, bruised, beaten blamed, bearing all my shame. Jesus… crushed, crying, clinging to unseen, crucified, carrying my disease. Jesus… depths of darkness, horror of hell, left by the Father in agony to dwell. Jesus… giving up life to death, satisfied to see, righteousness pouring...
HOLY WEEK Remembered… Woman of Bethany, Ear to the ground, Uncaring of whisperers, She hears distant sound Of Eternal longings, The Father’s desire, For Son’s sweet anointing, Her heart set on fire With love for this God-man, The oil now released, Perfume drowns out taunting; Praise takes down retreat. Her...
beauty or wilderness? This wilderness is beautiful, not arid miles of sand; Yet, Satan prowls ‘mid lovely greens; In wilderness I am. Here will I choose God’s truth filled Word, claiming peace and power, Or struggle still within the webs of earth-bound murky hours? By God’s grace I choose to...
intentionality… Down from the donkey, Humble King, Now into the Temple- Hear the swish; Feel the sting of God-spewed anger, Tumbling down greed. They ousted poor, women, Gentiles, -in greatest need- “House of prayer for ALL nations…” From them, God’s love gone, Robbed, indeed. Christ heals, proclaims, Brings down in...
Ruth recounts Designed To Be Pillars’ speaking, missions and ministry travel highlights over the last couple of years. April 2015 May 2014 March 2014