Did you feel this way too when you were growing thick with life? I feel pregnant (emotionally, not physically, alas) and when I’m pregnant, I can’t breakthrough the poetry mind, creativity is elusive. I feel stretched full and weary at…
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…
You know the moment. A crowded city square and you are walking through the cafe. In front of you is a woman sitting at a small marble table, fork suspended, looking beyond you and to the right with this big,…
John 15:1-8 Good teachers teach from what is right in front of them and my bet is that in this scripture, Jesus is too. I imagine he and the disciples are on a hike to a new village…the Word,…
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…
I use and reuse this gem of a story from LeAnne Payne about what happens when we peel back the layers of our negative self-talk and allow the light of Scriptural truth in. The story comes from Restoring the Christian…
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 schlep my ipad to the fitness center and have been biking and ellipticalling (definitely not a real word! Creative license?) to Leonard Sweet’s book, The Jesus Manifesto, and I find even after my normal 35 minutes, I don’t want to…
Promises are strewn throughout the Bible like buried jewels. Built on the scaffolding of God’s character, these promises prove firm… sure… trustworthy. Something you can build a life on. I mine them in the early morning hours, searching for hope. This…
Life leapt. God kicked and what at first she had held tight within faith’s fist, now bounced, small mass of God-cells somersaulting against internal walls. Laughter must have rose up deep from that womb as God’s seed played in motion within her. Worship…