So the first episode of Doctor Who, Season 1: Episode 1 is called Rose and not Pilot, like I thought 😂 It’s alright, grab your fez and a cuppa, because we’re about to cozy up to one of my all-time favorite shows: Doctor Who. The namesake pun of both my blog title and my external… Continue reading Pilot (it’s actually Rose).
I call it no-rush because this post is a week late, get it?? Happy November! Mild apologies for skipping October’s monthly update; we went on vacation and made incredible memories (and some new friends!) that I’ll cherish for the rest of my years, but I still haven’t finished doing the laundry from that trip and… Continue reading No-Rush November
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”Matthew 10:29-30 “Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not… Continue reading The fifth sparrow.
Hello there, friend. It's that special time of year… time for 'bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils,' under trees about to woo us with all their fire and fade. The mornings will be tinged with that spicy leaf smell. People will be putting perfectly good squash in their coffees, where no pumpkin has any business being.… Continue reading Hello, there.
“The fear of the Lord is instruction in wisdom, and humility comes before honor.” - Proverbs 15:33 The fear of the Lord. This phrase used to confuse and frighten me, but now it feels more like a grounding reassurance, a safety and security, a binding to God in love. How does one avoid the pitfalls… Continue reading The Antidote to Me, Myself, and I
"So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up." - Galatians 6:9 Tired. If “busy” was the word of the last decade, “tired” may be the most apt this first year into the new decade. We all… Continue reading In the Weary Waiting
Sometimes, but also so many times I lose sight of the Altar and the altars I’ve built as He’s altered my life and I’ll beg and I’ll plead at an abundant table, beseeching Him not to forget me as He patiently refills my cup with living water. And He reminds me of the prayers I’ve… Continue reading Feast
I keep waiting to post this; to try get my words right, to try and make sure I’m not making it worse. We all watched church together as a family this past Sunday morning; I wanted my children to hear how our community of faith would address the events of this week (that are not… Continue reading Listening.
I sat across the table from a man who had walked in the faith more years than I’d been alive. I told him something to the effect of “I just don’t want to bring my church baggage to the table in the ministry settings I’m in; I only want to bring the lessons, not the… Continue reading Church hurt and carry-on bags.
Yesterday when I was picking glass fragments out my hair, I kept thinking that despite appearances, I’m glad the current home project my husband is working on is happening now. This unique season, “these unprecedented times” as every email header puts it these days, they force a perspective that dampers complaining. Earlier this year, I… Continue reading Honey In The Rock