Author: Marcia Woodard

On The Mountaintop

Here I stand, on a mountaintop. Alone. I chose this path, This time of solitude. Of isolation. But some days, I miss the lowlands. The lush greenness. Fruitful. Productive. Refreshing. Here on the mountaintop, life is strenuous. Harsh. Demanding. Raw. In the lowlands, I have known breezes of blessing, Rainbows of prosperity, Sunshine of success. Here on the mountaintop, I find Your Voice in the thunder, Your revelation in the lightning’s flash, Your Spirit in the rushing wind. In the lowlands, I have romped, through meadows of worship. Here on the mountaintop, I struggle, Climbing to stand on boulders...

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Prayer of Serving

Papa, We’ve come today to talk with You about Your daughters and sons—our sisters, brothers, and friends—and ourselves. You’ve given all of us such a variety of gifts: a keen mind, a hilarious sense of humor, an outgoing personality. And sometimes, when we’re serving in the positions where you have placed us, some of us act as if You have given us limitless energy, as well. But we know, Lord, that only You are limitless in anything, so we acknowledge that, whether we admit it to others or not, we get tired. We ask that you lift us up,...

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Thank You For Leaders

Papa, I thank you for leaders. Not the larger-than-life, Mount Olympus, Hero-of-ancient-legend leader. Today, I thank you for quiet leaders, For servant leaders. I thank you for the unsung leaders, For those who lead By rocking a crying infant, By wiping a three year old’s snotty nose, By singing “This Little Light of Mine” For the five hundredth time…today. By explaining that no one knows how Jesus multiplied the loaves and fishes, But yes maybe it was something like the replicator on Star Trek. I thank you for those who lead By scrubbing toilets. By cooking and serving meals...

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The Easy Road

Papa, I have sensed Your call on my life. You have declared Your plans for me. But I have become comfortable, Easy-going. The work You gave me to do Is tiring— Physically Mentally Spiritually. Every cell, Every atom, Screams for a break. I want the easy path, The smooth road. Energy meant for ministry, Wasted in wrestling with questions Settled long ago. Can’t I have a week off? A day? A moment When I am not on alert For yet another weak one Wandering near the quicksand, Running blindly toward the cliff. And in that moment I remember the...

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You Love Us

YOU LOVE US You love us. I look at the stars, A sparkling blanket Woven to snuggle the Earth Down to sleep. You love us more than stars. I listen to the birds, A feathered choir Formed to serenade the morning flowers As they awaken. You love us more than birds. I taste the luscious fruits, The renewable feast Prepared to offer us flavor, health, community As we share. You love us more than fruits. I smell the flowers, A living carpet Unfurled to welcome beautiful Spring And her lovely sister, Summer. You love us more than flowers. I...

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