PNEUMA

 

 

 

By Lisa Huddleston

 

Lying on the space of rubber mat

Feet to the left and to the right

Both hands open at my sides

 

I breathe in His name

Keeper of my soul

Hold and absorb

He is the keeper of my soul

He does not need my help

 

Breathing out in prayer

I exhale

Help me to let go

 

Filling the the mercy seat between my cherubim hands and feet

 

Keeper of my soul

Help me to let go

Keeper of my soul

Help me to let go

 

Breathing in the physics of his name

Exhaling the disease of my lies

Treatments given by the Great Physician

 

Clear pneuma, no monia

Healthy breath, spirit, and soul

 

Namaste

INVESTMENT RETURNS

Who knew I was paying it forward to myself?

Who knew I was paying it forward to myself?

By Lisa Huddleston

“On what are you basing this confidence of yours? … On whom are you depending?” (Isaiah 36:4-5)

How I wish I had the confidence I once had! Confidence that led me through faith in God to step out of the mainstream, to homeschool our three children all the way to through high school, and to always feel as though there was a next “big thing” just around the corner—new goals to conquer, new dreams to dream.

Now I have so many doubts. I have seen many long-time friends struggle, and I know the struggles I have faced. I’ve seen victories as well as failures, and I admit that my confidence has taken some heavy blows.

But recently I have felt a boost, tentative and hesitant, but still a lift. And it’s coming from the faith of my children.

I see one courageously taking a risk by leaving her full time job to go back to school for a second bachelor’s degree and a new career. I see another confidently looking for a place to use his talents in a way that will empower him to make a good but unconventional living. And another working long, steady hours to support his family in every way he can. I am proud of these three, and thankful that they appear to have kept the confidence I once invested in them in safekeeping so that it is still there for me to draw from. (And I am thankful that they often remind me that it was their father and I who taught them to live this way—especially when they see me lagging.)

“On whom or what am I depending?” It’s been harder to answer this question in complete honesty over the past couple of years; however, I am passionately thankful for this surprising return on my previous investments. This “old” faith revealing itself in new ways may get me through this dry spell and be exactly what I need to move from strength to strength: a well of living water that never runs dry. Thanks, kids.

 Baruch HaShem!