Thinking about you, my Mama
Today, I’m thankful for my beautiful mama… Bethel Farrington Myers Bethel, House of God All I saw were the loads of laundry and the nightly meal, I had no idea how strong you had to be to silently offer…
Verna’s Secret Joy
She lives alone in tiny, second-story rooms above a weather-beaten general store and now-defunct gas station that has seen better days. No one has used them for years. Verna has been a widow for forty years I learned one…
Gaining Perspective Again
The Message translation of Colossians 3:3-4 has been convicting/encouraging me lately, especially this phrase: “Be content with obscurity.” We have an upside down world and it is easy to roll topsy turvy along with it. But, it’s Sarah Smith of…
My Sabbath Journey
Sabbath! It was a gift of rest from the hand of God. Wasn’t it just that simple? I had always “done” Sunday, and loved every minute of going to church and enjoying a restful afternoon. But now, I was devouring…
Sunday Chaos Confession with Yummy Quiche Recipe
It’s prep day around here: Saturday. Recently, I’ve began reevaluating our family’s life. What’s working…what’s not. Confession time: Organization is not my gifting. That wrench was missing when I was handed the package. And Sunday morning? Often it is chaos…
Where to Go with our Anger
A tight face and words that won’t come except spit from gasps of anger. Seven years old and the wii game’s referee intentionally calls bad games he believes, leaving him stomping. Damming up joy. He runs, hits. Tears stream from…
What to do when under construction
Two years ago the intercessors @ Holy Trinity Anglican started dreaming: a prayer clinic downtown where people could detour off sidewalks into the Presence of Jesus. We began driving for inner healing training and planting foundation prayers walking around our 5,000 pop.…
Receiving the Sabbath as a Gift
Fridays at a thirst for God we focus on Sabbath, carving out space for God, for rest: Spring dances in, high and lifted up, waving scepters of gold. Gilded Day bounds free from the east, rising tentatively above slim, blue…
The Shepherd is Here
The Shepherd is Here I shall not lack… And this seems to be key: You are always enough in the present. I am the one who runs ahead into lack, who runs ahead into fear and smacks my head…
The Wisdom of Sleep
It was a night to remember. I was on a personal, sabbath retreat at a cottage by a lake, and it was getting late. Piano music drifted in magical waves through my window. From a chair plumped in pillows, I…