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the lights have left the leaves, golden brilliance turned out like a glowing candle quieted by the wind. the leaves float and rustle, voices, too, carried by the breeze to this place atop a hill– a slanted receptacle for sound forcing it upwards to my ears. I’m hidden–He’s not. I hear Him. He’s here.
This post is part of a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard, by LL Barkat. I will post my discoveries as I process them. This is not a book review, per se, but perhaps a book invitation… ~~~~~~~~~~ I watch the clouds drift by…
This post was originally written in January 2013 and I have attempted several times to edit the piece to reflect some newer thoughts and recollections. Along the way the tenses have become a bit jumbled mixing past and present tense. I hope you’ll be able to navigate my thoughts. In January of 2013, I ordered…
I wrote this prayer in January when God gave me ‘Fit’ as my word for the year. I’m editing it here as life has changed since then, refined, more focused on what God may be doing. “Father, we give you all the pieces of our lives, rounded, jagged, not fitting together. We place the ideas, dreams…
Smiling with Glenda at Panera When I began blogging a year ago last January I was not prepared for the kindness exchanged, the encouragement offered and the connection I would make with likeminded writers of faith.I found a remarkable thing this past week when I met one of my ‘imaginary’ (virtual) friends for a cup…
“That God cares enough about us to desire to regulate the details of our lives, is the strongest proof of love He could give; and that He should condescend to tell us all about it, and to let us know just how to live and walk so as perfectly to please Him, seems almost…
I woke up this morning singing ‘Beautiful Things‘ by Gungor. We sang it for the first time in church yesterday and I remember asking God to use me to help people who are in chaos and pain, to rescue people who are lost, to speak truth to those who are broken.Little did I know.And now this–bombs,…
Vashon Hardware, Vashon Island, WA Rudyard Kipling begins his classic “If” poem, urging me to keep my head when all about me are losing theirs, and I’m certain my head–and its grey matter contents– will soon explode for the sums and ciphers impinging on the brain space I. do. not. have. This is a necessary…
not mine; from the Seattle P-I….Golden Gardens Yeah, I said that.I found this out in a most humbling way.The other night my husband and I were finally catching up with the conclusion of The Bible TV series–the Easter episode–Jesus’ trial, crucifixion and resurrection.I was exclaiming throughout the program at the atrociousness of the High Priest…
“David began his arithmetic, in the 14th verse (of Psalm 71) with addition: “I will yet praise Thee more and more”; but he is fairly beaten in this first rule of sacred mathematics. His calculation fails him; the mere enumeration of the Lord’s mercies overwhelms his mind; he owns his inadequacy. Reckon either by time,…