Tag: God whispers

Cornucopia

Deep autumn air Finagles through window seams Invigorating my soul from sleep Cradled by feather pillows And fleece blankets Loves sleep-dreaming around me Rain forest coffee beans Party in my thalamus Crimson pomegranate seeds Plink into the bowl Dark wheat bread lies rustic in…

Lessons from screen free week

She handed her shirts to the cashier, and I noticed a theme in the inscriptions of each piece as they were unfurled, scanned, and bagged. “I’m not listening” “The less you care, the happier you’ll be.” (I can’t remember the third one at the…

Potpourri: no, yes, hope, food

Happy New Year! Our family continues to heal from a grueling last half of 2017, but we are certainly here with more hope and peace than we’ve had in a long time. There are still remnants of illnesses, but overall we are much healthier…

Dirt Road Therapy

Before picking our children up from school today, I took twenty minutes to drive down a lovely gravel road near our house. I’m going to share more soon about the journey our family has been on this past year, but for now, learning how…

Rest

I heard the voice of Jesus say come unto me and rest… But what about our sick child? Come unto me and rest… What about our finances?  Come to me and rest…  What about our loved one slowly succumbing to dementia? Come unto me…

Of Praise and Thanks

Words to one of my favorite hymns paired with snapshots I’ve captured over the past few weeks.  For the beauty of the earth,  for the glory of the skies,  for the love which from our birth  over and around us lies;  Lord of all,…

Anguish, Bitterness, Hope

Words stir deep within, swirling up to my head, but I have been unable to type or speak them. A friend calls, crying, concerned about a loved one’s recent diagnosis. Another texts memorial service information for a small child. At church, we gather around…

Love Challenge

We just passed the annual day of love. I am someone who is generally turned off by the commercialism surrounding holidays – any holiday, and Valentine’s Day is no different. However, as a child, my dad nicknamed me “the love bug.” I have always…

Experiencing the holy in everyday moments

I was excited about participating in a “NuDunkers On Pneumatology” online discussion this morning. Pneumatology is just a fancy word for the theologies of the Holy Spirit. With a 4-year-old and a 17-month-old at home, I prepared ahead of time to make sure I…

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