A Tribute to Mitzie

Black, speckled with gray,

tufts of fur lay dormant, pooled and dusty in the corner.

Children’s leftovers coat the kitchen tiles,

cleaning time delayed.

The air is silent,

tags hanging on the hook,

no longer jingling as you pace.

In the morning, slumber lingers.

Dusk and the deadbolt’s tightened,

no longer fastened in night’s darker hours.

The cushion is folded, resting in the little available crevice.

Bowls of food and water sit full,

unable to be discarded just yet.

It is always hardest on those left behind,

those who must press forward;

The ones experiencing the void that presence used to fill.

Now clenched fingers that grasped fur

fold to praying hands.

Whispers echo on the walls

with knees bent in salted pools scattered on the floor.

Now we mourn but as hands tick

memory’s recall balms the rifted heart.

We then go forth from mourning

to share stories of life’s present with other comrades;

together, entertaining dreams, envisioning eternity of

tossing balls and a reunion with our friend.

*Unedited because I just can’t think of how to properly express this dichotomy of grief and joy; a life well spent, life lost, but a life now eternally without pain.  Rather, the time to sit and ruminate on a proper craft might bring increased distress. Instead I’ll pour out emotion, leaving it there at the foot of the cross; a pleading prayer to heal a hurting heart. As such, I might continue the work I’m called to rather than dwell in sorrow.



Zombie Apocalypse


Draining observation.

Conversations ceasing with

apathetic authenticity.

Adolescents are absorbed,

Elders edge engrossed,

Infants intently immersed.

Slowly ticking

towards subversion.

We pool collective,

losing individuality

and critical thought.

Entangled in the web,

Zoning, tripping, breaking.

Locked in the grid,

slave to the code’s grind

that eats away community

with illusions

and stamps damnation to our heads.

It’s too noisy to hear the small voice calling,

pleading pardon’s permission

when sins go

recanted or repented,

and where worship waxes

with love for God above all else

and our neighbor as thyself.


Some editing could be applied but I’m not sure what to do quite yet.  I’ve been too addicted to blogging and social media.  I need to get away.

I keep telling my husband something has got to change.  I want a moment of stillness, of silence so I can regroup, recharge, and reconnect with God.  I fear I’m treading with the masses.  How do I look any different than the agnostic in modern day America?

I want change, I need change.  It has to start within.  I’m not sure how to transform other than I need to sit at the foot of the throne.  I ‘m not finding the space to do that when I’m grinding away at a job that peels me away from my kids, simply to pay the debt I probably dug myself in to when the cycle all began.  I’m tempted to throw caution to the wind, selling all possessions and traversing the world.  Am I too concerned with my parents and society’s approval?  There is something to be said about the responsibilities I have now.  Am I truly listening for God?  If so, surely contentment can be found in where I’m currently positioned. I shouldn’t need to escape.

In fact, the WWW does just that.  We escape—ourselves, others, and in turn, authenticity.  We can pretend.  We can judge more easily.  When interacting face-to-face, we typically tread cautiously, usually more aware that humanity stands before us.  I feel like I’m dying, and not to myself as Christ commands me to.  I’m puffing up in pride and in turn, I’m noticing my precious faith plummeting, unnecessarily challenged by myself.

Dear God, I want to let go of that which I have thought dear, but in truth, is idolatry.  I need to get to a quiet space, early in the morning so I can converse with God.  That space doesn’t require a trip around the world, but just might very well be between the crevices of my couch.  I need to replace complaining with gratitude and criticism with encouragement; isn’t that what talents you have given me?  Why have I abused them so?  Oh God forgive and please, come quickly so I escape this ‘apocalypse’.




Breaking into Moneyless

Laying down the green

to turf instead to toil.

Over bread breaking

a community assists.

Shackles of silver

no longer bind me to gold

and make me envy,

coveting a neighbor’s possession.

In letting go,

forsaking earthly temptations

and pleasures,

the soul finds room to breathe,

to explore.

In denying materials,

even that of imaginary or placed value,

you’ll find all that you ever did need.

Couponing: Rebate Sites

In January, I noticed my family was in a bind financially.  To curtail expenses, we didn’t go out to eat once.  Every meal we ate was prepared at home with ingredients purchased at a grocery store.  A friend recommended a site that has helped me immensely.

I also want to be less reliant on money itself so my husband picked up a book called The Moneyless Man.  It is about a guy who set himself up so he could go a whole year without spending money and be more environmentally conscious.  The American Dream has become my American nightmare.  I’m pushing back because I’ve felt so empty lately.   The American status quo has left me embittered, hurt, and struggling.  I don’t want to do that anymore.  There has got to be so much more than living paycheck to paycheck, struggling to pay medical bills, and not seeing God’s hand.  Last night I unplugged, read a book, and for the first time in a long time, was content.  I notice that the more I move away from technology, which society tells me I need, and the less I satiate the immediate gratification, the more blissful I am.

Feel free to journey with me and refer to the list below of helpful sites. Start saving and enjoying more authentic community:





livingrichwithcoupons***(This site is a HUGE help;  the one my friend shared with me)

Penny Hoarder



Facebook community: Justfortheloveofit (Mark Boyle—The Moneyless Man; Freeconomic)

These are just to name a few.  There are others that help reduce travel costs like Couchsurfers and AirBB.

I will continue to look for more aid to reduce my monthly bills and every day spending.

Don’t buy into the notion that materialism can get you happiness.  It hasn’t for me.  Where our treasure is, there are heart is too.  As a friend once said to me, “Let us be more about people and having attachments to them than to things.”  Comfort is relative and I want to find my comfort in Christ by living radically, authentically, and in sincere community.  Let us usher in Christ’s kingdom on earth as it is in heaven.  Biblical living as seen in Acts doesn’t have to be a thing of the past.  God’s word is living and relevant, not archaic.  We are the vessels he uses to spread his word, his mercy, his hope, and the best message.  We can’t carry that message though if we don’t live with people and form communities.  It starts with us.  Be the change you want to see.  Love the Lord your God above all else and your neighbor as yourself.  It isn’t materialism that will glorify God, but people humbling laying down idols to pursue him, corporately worshiping him in authentic community.


A Real Reel: A Humanity Hurting

Gaping mouths utter silent screams.

Scouring flesh, acid burning.

After application, they’re thrown to heaps of rubble,

left to chaff and rot.

World’s apart,

the tilt keeps turning

so cares are tossed aside.

The parched, panting “paupers”

keep pleading out in vain.

Arise, Awake you who straddle comfort!

Lift up your voices,

cry out to God.

Intercede for those whose praise grows petrified by poison.


[May our prayers be with the Syrian people.  Lord, grant us wisdom on how we might assist our brothers and sisters in this struggle!  Oh Lord, be not deaf to this pain.  Come quickly Lord.  Let your kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven.  For mercy’s sake, intervene!]


***Thinking of how to modify the title so it is more fitting.