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The other morning I was lamenting to the Lord– accounting to Him the dearth of any time set aside to feed myself— emotionally, mentally, spiritually– (forgetting that He already knows) and glanced out the window at the birds. (not these birds…….this is snow from a few years back…) but birds ignoring the rain, balancing on…
I couldn’t help thinking this week about how God has been driving home my out loud confession of wanting to ‘dwell’ in Him this year. “Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.” Psalm 43:3 …
The tonnage of this load exceeds all legal limits; the bridge cannot be crossed. Its crushing weight of granite grief will split the spans and send you spiraling down. Unless (and I am no engineer) the load is properly distributed on this barren, buckling asphalt, heaving under the pressures of your shattered, tear-stained hearts. We…
“God is sheer mercy and grace; not easily angered, he’s rich in love. He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold, nor hold grudges forever. He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve, nor pay us back in full for our wrongs. As high as heaven is over the earth, so strong is his love…
I bend to be formed, not torn or broken but tempered by heat, a fire so hot the white is all You see of me. I said change and grow and I’m bent so low this shape of me is melting brass forged by tools so strong I fear the breaking. But I’m bound to…
“He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them his way. All the ways of the LORD are loving and faithful for those who keep the demands of his covenant.” Psalm 25: 9, 10 ~~~~~~ Linking with Deidra and the Sunday Community My friend Holly took this photo one morning when…
My friend Suzie’s ‘shed’ Auburn WA Found this verse and thought about my word for the year–Dwell–had to share. Smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “But Christ is faithful as the Son over God’s house. And we are his house, if indeed we hold firmly to our confidence and the hope in which we glory.” …
The ‘shuff, shuff, scritch’ of my sneakers against the damp leaves interrupts the sound of quiet on this woodsy walk. A flicker’s cry breaks in high above while I step over the dank patterned tree life at my feet. The path before me is almost entirely covered in debris revealing just the smallest glimmers of emerald…
Pre -storm sunset, Elliott Bay, Seattle. L.M. Johnson (my daughter) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just thinking about the power and fury of the storm that has affected the Eastern part of the country….we are so small. God is so not. May we look to Him in the days to come.