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Today I travel to Southern California for the wedding of the decade. Well, for my family, it’s the wedding of the decade. I am the oldest of 5 children and the last time my brothers and sisters and I were together with our spouses was 1999. My sister L’s only son is…
Six o’clock sounds say ‘hurry home’ in the rush and whoosh of tires sliding through the rain soaked street. The tick, click, tick of the clock confirms the dinner hour while a bird through the window with his “cheerup, cheerup, cheer!” reminds any and all listeners that evening is approaching. The electronic hmmzzzzzzzz…. of the…
I sit outside on the deck in my spot where I hear better and I see an eagle in the distant sky (not these. smile.) He’s floating, soaring, up, up and up… He seldom flaps his wings, gently resting on invisible currents of air, shifting directions by a slight tilt of his wing feathers in…
SO grateful for His Word today. Amen. ~~~~~~~~~
Cedar River-Renton WA, outside my daughter’s first apartment I’ve been a little preoccupied (okay, a LOT preoccupied) with finding a new teaching position for next year. I’ve felt a stirring to do so, confident (mostly) it’s the right thing to do, but now I’m in the hard part–trusting God to help me. I’d much rather…
Golden oil in a bottle liquid light refracting sun in shimmers a mirrored shape reflects on the surface and I wonder at the drop, drop, drops of light as they drip, drip, drip down. All this tasting joyfulness because something was crushed and pressed, leaving light.
Redondo Beach, CA I was about 6 I went looking for a photo today, one that’s embedded in memory from happy times at the beach. When I found this essay I couldn’t help notice God’s continual message to me–He is always speaking, and the word I’ve been hearing him whisper these days is “Trust.” Six…
This post is fifth in a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard Spiritual Practice for the Rest of Us by L.L Barkat. This is not a book review, per se, but perhaps a book invitation… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’ve ‘marked out a temple’ (L.L. said that’s one meaning of…
“…… to believe that hiddenness is part of presence. I know that some say Sabbath is just about God, that it’s not about resting up to be more productive, that it should not mean “nowhere goes somewhere” because we shouldn’t be so focused on the “somewheres.” But I believe that’s exactly what…
This post is third in a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: “God in the Yard“, by LL Barkat. This is not a book review, per se, but perhaps a book invitation…The author writes early on ‘smallness permits attention,’ and I am starting small, stitching together my Sabbath times, sitting…