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The idyllic town of Lowell...

I live in a quaint town. I would even go so far as to say idyllic, and I don't just use that word flippantly. Granted, it's not the Shire or Yosemite, but it does rustle with something of an antiquity. It's an old logging town from the 1800's with converging rivers...the Grand and the Flat. Whoever settled here decided to build the town atop the two rivers. The downtown is literally built over the river with buildings perched up on treated lumber like the kind you see in summer homes on some exotic beach in the Florida keys.
Other buildings are set on cement pillars and walls that are drilled down deep through the mucky river's bottom and into the earth that lies beneath the water's current. Old brick buildings line Main St. each bearing the touch of a mason's hand. The hand hewn molding speaks of good ole' fashioned craftsmanship. The windows are tall and the glass antique looking. It's a window shoppers heaven.
Old street lanterns line the …

Laughter in the back seat...

I took my daughters on a daddy date last night.
As I was driving along, they were all laughing in the back seat with these "shot-gun" giggles that only a little girl can produce. These gut laughs come from such a deep place of innocence, a life unencumbered with the mounting pressures of adulthood.
As an adult, I was sitting in the driver's seat jealously listening to their mirth. My chest was tight with the deadlines and the bottom lines and the front lines of ministry. I was churning with the weight of the world. They were back there living in the moment as if yesterday and tomorrow didn't even exist.
The purity of passion that spills out of them washes me like a shower on some days. They were making up funny voices and watching each other make funny faces. They would go back and forth performing their impromptu comedic acts. And with each melodrama, they would "bust a gut" in laughter that would fill my car with "Monster's Inc"-like…

Song of Solomon rendering - Chapter 4

Chapter 4Lover1 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are dovesManI can’t take my eyes off of you, my beautiful bride to be!I can’t stop saying it: ‘You are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!”Your eyes remind me of the morning doves, pure and white and faithful.Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.When you let your hair down I get weak in the knees.It lies upon the contours of your body, as I will in days to come, covering your silky skin.2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone. When you smile, I think of your mouth and the kisses we’ve shared.The glow of your teeth keep teasing me, tempting me to touch them with my tongue.3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.I could think about your lips all day long.When you move them, purse them, or lick them, …

depression...it's a slippery bar of soap.

I think I’ve been battling a form of depression recently.Depression takes on so many forms that I’m not sure which form I have.There is debilitating and destructive depression…I don’t have that.I would say mine would be something like distractive and disturbing depression.It’s the kind that causes you to zone out on the couch or drift off in a conversation.I feel like my brain is having a traffic jam.I feel like my sternum has a lead brick resting on it.I feel like I’m watching myself live from the corner of my living room, the back right hand corner where the walls meet the ceiling.I feel like I’m running in my sleep frantically trying to catch up to something all the while running away from something else.Here’s an example.This morning, I woke up in a panic and went downstairs to sleep on the couch so I wouldn’t wake up Heidi.As I laid there in the dark, I was getting all flustered about a funeral that someone wanted me to do.(Mind you, I don’t even have a funeral coming up; my brai…

Song of Solomon rendering - Chapter 3

Chapter 31 All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him.Through the watches of the night I think about you and sometimes I get scared that you will leave me.So I wake up and in my mind I run after you in a panic wondering if you’ll find that I’m too much work.2 I will get up now and go about the city, through its streets and squares; I will search for the one my heart loves. So I looked for him but did not find him. One time I woke in a cold sweat, to the degree that I got out of bed and went in search for you.It’s like I sent out a search party in my head wondering if your love was steadfast and true.It’s hard to describe the fear that griped my heart.I hear the cruelest things in my head when I’m needy.“He’s long gone.”“He’s found someone else that is less work.”“You are high maintenance, woman, even you know that.”I kept looking frantically for you, but alas, you were nowhere to be found confirming my suspicions to be, in fact,…

Song of Solomon rendering - Chapter 2

Chapter 2Beloved1 I am a roseof Sharon, a lily of the valleys.WomanEven though I wrestle with my worth, I know that I am a cherished rose, a flower among flowers that is tender to the touch and in need of deliberate and delicate treatment.Lover2 Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the maidens.ManI have been taught by my father to view you as such, but I’m not so na├»ve to think that thorns don’t surround your beauty.I can see how you standout among your peers, but thorns accompany them as well; they are easy to see.I want to protect your silky pedals from the thorns that would undo you should you be left alone to your own devices.Beloved3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among the young men. 
I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.WomanYou are outstanding among your peers, my handsome man!You cast a long shadow as you stand among them rendering them unseen; out of sight, out of mind.I love sitting in the shade of your stre…

Song of Solomon rendering - Chapter 1

For the next 8 episodes I will be posting an interpretive rendering of the Song of Solomon in my own words. I have always loved this book (especially when I was a 12 yr. old sitting bored in my childhood Baptist Church on Sunday morning).
After studying it a bunch lately, I honestly can't believe it's in the Bible. I mean, I can and I can't all at the same time. I just shows you how dialed in to our desires God really is. Sometimes I think we think sexuality is off the God-grid, but this couldn't be further from the truth.
I hope this paraphrased version of this erotic book of the Bible will enhance your view of sexuality and spirituality.
The format emphasizes the Scripture first in the New International Version and then underneath it, I translate it into my own words. Just know, God's Word is infallible and my words are, shall I say, fallible. But I think a lot about this book gets missed because of the poetic writing style. I wanted to loosen it up a bit f…