Why we need to Slow Down
And I wondered, Which kind of driver am I? Which kind of driver are you?
and Jennifer Lee for Tell His Story.
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Last week in Sunday School we talked about the number 1, and how there’s only One Way to Heaven—and that’s Jesus. Of course, “Jesus” is the Sunday School answer to nearly everything. And it works, especially if you’re a young child. But what about as we grow older? This got me thinking. Jesus said He…
The weekend of October 16-18, 2016, was a Heaven-come-to-earth occasion at ‘Dwell’, an intimate Writer’s Retreat co-led with my friend Kimberlee Ireton. We ‘Glory Writers’ camped in Psalm 37 for the weekend, particularly verses 3-7, and meditated on all those verbs–‘Trust’ ‘Delight’ ‘Commit’ ‘Rest’ and the tough-to-do ‘Fret not.’ My paraphrase of the definition of…
Rain has not fallen on these parched hills for months– bowl-shaped reservoirs speak of want and emptiness, shrunken camellias stunted in place mark the space formerly known as a garden. The hillsides are brown, a paper bag folded flat. Trees hold leaves, but distressed they are– hanging on, sending roots deep seeking moisture to live….
I was re-reading my journal the other night, recapping life since May 2014 (when I started this particular volume). On December 10th I had written, “Mom’s (my mother in law’s) hip surgery is today. Life as you know it will stop.” I have no idea why I wrote that other than I felt prompted by…
The origin of the word ‘journal’ is from Old French–“jornel” meaning ‘daily.’ In Latin the word is ‘diurnalis’, prompting our English word ‘diary.’ A journal is “a record of daily events, a day book, a ship’s log.” People, myself included, used to ‘keep’ a journal, a place to collect important events, timely thoughts, the occasional…
The Scarlet Cord There was no faithline or family promises passed on through prayer. Only a bloodline from Creation’s start, A scarlet thread bound and wound together, a cord the color of life made by a Weaver who dyed it red with blood. Woven with the loom of love, a lifeline coming my way~ over…