Poetry: Caterpillar

Poem by Ruth Long

Image by  Krysten Merriman on Unsplash

I am a caterpillar 

Perched upon God’s hand.

The more I learn His fingerprints,

The more I trust His plans.

Though I am small and not full grown,

His steady hold will stay. 

And let me walk along His hand,

And carry me all the way.

About Ruth Long

Long is a home-educated student born in Cheshire, UK. Her current abode is a large Québécois brick house. Her hobby is writing whimsical and thought-provoking literary works. She studies apologetics and loves talking with neighbours from everywhere. Long penned “Caterpillar” while on a walk and hopes it encourages anyone who reads it. 

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The Lost Pen Magazine Preps for Issue 3: You Can Help

Hey everyone! I hope you are all safe and healthy as we wait out this unprecedented quarantine. Things are tough and uncertain, but it’s in these moments that we must remain strong in the Lord and trust in His provision and care.

In the meantime, I am moving forward. The end of March is approaching, which means I am slowly starting to prepare myself for getting Issue 3 off the ground; I have submissions to read, decisions to make, and a layout to design. But, even though times are hard and sometimes discouraging, I wanted to let everyone know that the Lost Pen Magazine is still here and will continue to lift up the Lord and shine His light on His people. With that in mind, the following shares where I’m at and how you can help:

1) If you know anyone who has art or fiction they’d like to submit somewhere, please suggest LPM because we have space. Please send submissions here.

2) If you would like to help out somehow with the third issue, please let me know. Moving forward, it’d be nice to have a team of people around me that I can rely on. The task is quite big and it has the potential to grow.

3) I’d love feedback (good and bad) on the LAST 2 ISSUES, as well as info on what you’d like to see in upcoming issues. I intend to keep tweaking each issue until I find the right formula, but I need information and feedback to do that.

To contact me about points 2 or 3, or to ask questions, please contact me here.

So, things are moving forward. I ask for your continued prayers as I get this big machine off the ground for a third time. And, thank you, everyone, for your ongoing support and encouragement.


Stepping Out in Faith

Stepping Out in Faith

by Lela Markham


The other day I was explaining to someone how the process of a discovery writer works for me. I don’t often know where the characters are going to take the story until we get there. I sometimes know the broad strokes. So, for example, I might know that a character will live to the end of the series, but I don’t know how she plans to escape the vengeful Celtic goddess who is bent on her destruction even as I write. I am as surprised when I write it as I hope my readers will be when they read it.

That has spiritual significance. God does know the ending and even the twists and turns of our lives before we do. He’s omniscient. We, however, don’t. If we’re Christians, we know the end of the story … we will enter into His kingdom in the fullness of His grace and it will be nothing but good. But we aren’t told what the next five minutes holds or even our physical life’s ending. We are expected to take it on faith that God has only good in store for us.

Jeremiah 29:11:

“For I know what I have planned for you,” says the Lord. “I have plans to prosper you, not to harm you. I have plans to give you a future filled with hope.”

There’s a cabin in the Alaska wilderness that my husband and I have hiked to a few times. Built by a friend of ours, it is accessed by a rope bridge across a turbulent and icy-cold river. During some parts of the summer, you could cross at the ford, but it’s safer and warmer to take the bridge … and crossing the bridge is a total act of faith.

Imagine three ropes disappearing into the mists. One is the foot path. The other two run parallel about three feet above the footrope. The two upper ropes are connected at intervals to the footrope, but there’s a lot of open territory and a scary drop to a deadly river. Then imagine that you can’t really see the other side because of the fog and even if you could, the anchoring tree is behind other trees, so you’re not even certain it will hold.


We knew our friend crossed it all the time. We trusted him not to want to kill us. But stepping out onto that bridge was a sheer act of faith in our friend’s character and skill.

The other side of that river is a cozy log cabin set in a beautiful glade. Well worth the crossing, but you have to cross it to get the reward. Moreover, you have to walk out on faith that the bridge is properly secured. You’re more than three-quarters of the way across before you can see the attachment and feel like this wasn’t the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.

When I crossed it the first time, a steady wind was blowing that kept jostling the bridge. I tried not to look down into the milk-chocolate froth 20 feet below and tried not to think about what would happen if I slipped and fell carrying a full pack. Swimming is beside the point in a glacial river. You’ll die of hypothermia a long time before you get to the shore. Turned out the best strategy (forged by a half-dozen crossings now) is to stare resolutely as the far shore … or the fog where the far shore ought to be … and put one foot in front of the other until you get there.

That’s so much like the walk God expects us to take through turbulent times and perilous places. We should know He has our best future in view, but it’s still going to be painful if there are mishaps along the way. The future God has prepared for us is worth it, if we only remember that each step gets us a little closer to it …



Lela Markham is the pen name of an Alaskan novelist who was raised in a home built of books. Alaska is a grand adventure like none other with a culture that embraces summer adventure and winter artistic pursuits.

“I don’t seek to be known as a Christian author, but as an author for whom Christ is so central to who I am as a person that He shines through.”

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