We are all transplants in this Kingdom, all ball of roots, shook out and replanted insecure, longing for our heart’s true home. We are adopted children of the most High who wander through the world with amnesia forgetting…
The three R’s, it’s quickly becoming Maddie and my “thing” every morning…perhaps it’s because of her giggles…perhaps it’s because I know how much I need it too. Rest, Receive, Respond: these are the 3 R’s taught by Terry Wardle,…
Andrew’s retreating with a fly rod in hand and I’m cocooned in the love of family and this week we are resting. a lot. This is a republished post from last year after Easter which I reread often…maybe it will…
I hear a call in the quiet of the early morning: “Deepen,” He whispers. God is using the specific vocabulary of a Madeleine L’Engle lover. I was shaken Saturday. Triggered, that is. They were dressed straight off the cover of a JCrew catalog and I shrunk…
To Listen: To live empty, open, hands up receiving To surge in breaths of God truth, To abide in God one wing covering another. To breathe out focused: the Presence of God is HERE, always Here… Always speaking, and me?…
I AM is home. And I am complete. The day falls away like a paper lab suit I peel off. This is my English cottage in the woods, our cottage, really…what I imagine my heaven will look like. The sun…
Repent. Yesterday’s small group we call “Journey” looked at the rocks we carry around with us, the rocks of sin, felt their weight between our hands, fingered their surface, and stopped imagining they did not keep us from breathing pure,…