Day 19: Feasting on Sabbath Time
On Sundays during Lent, we slow to a stop. No more working, no more spinning, just rest. Deep breaths leaning in. Because He stopped and knows we need to too. So come to the well to be refilled, and don’t…
Love Adds the Chocolate
by Linda Andersen from my book of the same title: “LOVE ADDS THE CHOCOLATE” A house is a house is a house….until love comes through the door, that is. And love intuitively goes around sprinkling that special brand of angel…
A Love So Strong
Seagulls swooped. Horizon gleamed orange–crashed crimson over snowy whitecaps. Golden beaches sported polka dot people and rainbowed umbrellas. It might have been Italy, or France, or Cancun. But it was simply May in South Haven, MI: our town. The one…
A Gift from Linda: Chapter 1 From a New Book!
Dear Reading Friends, It’s a joy to have you visit this space, set aside to lift the Savior up. YOU are the reason WE are here. We pray for you often. And we pray our writing will be a gift.…
What Happens When We Listen
by Linda Andersen Blue bowl of sky hovers maternally, marshmallowed with gossamer clouds. Sunlight splashes: golden gems, gleeful, abandoned to joy. It’s a recipe for happiness in anyone’s book, yet my spirit is testy, pity-full, tired. “My strength…
When our Schedule Presses in Close
This story by Linda Andersen is a part of the Sabbath focus we have on Fridays here at a Thirst for God. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He…
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…
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 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…
Resurrection Laughter
The cavernous airport terminal throbbed with life in the fast lane. Monotonous voices droned from every speaker, and frigid air washed in and out of automatic doors in shivery waves. Caterpillar lines formed at each gate, and cell phones popped…