“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.
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 Antidote to Me, Myself, and I
“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
In the Weary Waiting
"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
Feast
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
Listening.
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.
Church hurt and carry-on bags.
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.
Honey In The Rock
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
Love your neighbor by staying home.
I don't work in a primary sector. In this stage of life, my primary contribution to the world is my heart and my words. My whole long life, my mouth has gotten me into trouble, but some time ago I committed to learn how to use my words for good; redeeming the days, such as… Continue reading Love your neighbor by staying home.
Ordinary Time
You ever feel like you're just marking time? I don't know if it's being cooped up with a cold or if it's Februaryitis, but it feels that way sometimes. My "on this day" photos always show me at Longwood Gardens on some variation of this date for the past decade, so I know that a… Continue reading Ordinary Time
