Christmas Crash

This is a poem I wrote several years ago. I wrote it for the church I was attending. The drama director had doubts about a white woman writing a spoken word poem in a masculine voice. The piece was for a male performer. That made me want to do it all the more. I think I did a good job and the voice is neutral. Men and women can both be strong. Both love God. Both raise their voices to honor Him.

The drama director was surprised at how well the piece came across and apologized for her doubts. She still never fully trusted me, but that’s her loss. This was my first spoken word poem. I still love it. Here’s a link to me, my husband and my daughter performing it from our home in KC. It may be slightly overwrought, but we’re actors. You can’t fight city hall.


Crash.Crashing.Crushing.Crushed.

I stagger here crushed, crashed into by God,
Crushed by the weight of his mercy and grace,
My sin gone without a trace.
And it feels like…heaven.

A flash.
Flashing.
Hit by lightning, the wonder of his coming,
Saved by his dying,
Crying at the moment I see his glory
And he is revealed to me.

This world is full of:
Head-on collisions,
Rear-view visions.
Hurt may appear
Closer in the mirror.

Hitting, hurting, burning,
Scratching, fighting, scarring.
And we don’t even know
Who we’ve struck on the road

With our carelessness. Our thoughtlessness. Our inhumanity.

Though–we are saved.
Without reason or cause.
Captured and raptured.
In spite of our flaws.

Made by his hands,
Made for his plans,
Made just like him.

Built for relationship.
Desiring fellowship,
Asking for love and loyalty–
Our trust in His royalty.

Our undivided attention.

And when he crashes into us,
It doesn’t hurt.
But you know that you’ve been hit.

Crash.

He crashes into us.
He leaves a mark.
Stunned mind, ears ring.
A mark made by the one, true king.

Crash.

He came on a star.
He left on a cloud.
Here but a brief second.
A drop in the bucket.

But he changed man’s heart forever.

Hit and run.
Hit and stun.
Crash.

Crash.Crashing.Crushing.Crushed.

Crushed by his glory, stick around for the story,
The story of Love.
A story of grace.
God came to earth and showed us his face.
The face of a child in such a lowly place.

Eternal spirit become flesh.
Forever and finite, in a sense,
Wisdom clothed in innocence.

Power in weakness,
Eternity from meekness,
He does nothing but seek us.

He came here to this dangerous space.
A tiny member of the human race
To save.  The.  World.

He crashed into history.
He flashed into being.
Everything changes,
Believing is seeing.

The story gets better.
The story is a letter.
A letter from me to you
By Him.

Read it from beginning to end.
And read it again.
And again.
And again.

Brace for impact.


I feel so lucky that God came down for Christmas. Happy holidays. ❤

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Baby, You Cold!

With the holidays approaching, this song will be played too much. A video that my daughter, my husband and I made. Merry Xmas! Stay safe. 😀 Teach your daughters to say no, require more and carry a big stick.

The Jetty

My husband and I, coincidentally, had interviews around the same time yesterday at a local school. We were interviewing for 2 different jobs, but at the same school, around the same time. They must coordinate interviewing for the same day. Totally separate departments and interviewers. Working for the school district in this area is extremely competitive and highly coveted for some reason. Must be the benefits because they don’t pay well. LOL

It was a fun day, riding together, snagging coffee, talking, eating lunch together. After lunch, we headed over to the beach at the jetty. The jetty consists of two rock outcroppings that allow boats to enter an inlet. It’s sort of like the watery landing strip for a small marina, docks, businesses and houses on the shore. The inlet was calm. The water was much greener and lighter than normal, but the waves weren’t ripping through there.

But as soon as we got to the rocks on the south side of the jetty, this is what we saw.

It was fascinating to watch. I assume the ocean is kicking up because of Hurricane Harvey. We don’t have local news and weather, we can’t tune in any area stations on our TV. So we look at weather online and we have a weather radio.

Every time the waves broke on the rocks, our windshield was covered with salt spray. We were parked only 20 feet from the breaking waves. Some people got up on the rocks and filmed the waves coming in. The only thing separating us from the waves was a good low wall of small boulders. It was amazing and little scary.

Wouldn’t want to be in the ocean while the waves are this high, but we saw two parasurfers (parasail with a waterski handle and you ride a surfboard around, they were hauling) yesterday in these high waves. The wind and waves were ripping! OMG! Looks dangerous. I have trouble staying on my feet in low tide on a calm day. LOL I would die if I was caught in this. Instantly. Immediately. I’d be drowned or dashed on the rocks.

If I was parasurfing in this? Death grip on that handle! But I wouldn’t parasurf in this! Crazy.

My thoughts are with Texas as Hurricane Harvey hits. Hope everyone can stay safe.

If you want nuts, come to Menards.

Yes, that’s a picture of a carrot that looks like a chicken foot. Because random. In an effort to embrace a more carefree, uplifting lifestyle, here’s something else that’s stupid.

Thank you, Guy Maggio. You’re an extraordinary actor.

Thank you, Menards. Love your heavy-duty, high-quality sacks.