Today marks 365 days around the sun since you joined us here. I remember the call. You were gone. I miss you more than I can say but I know it's okay (I swear I didn't mean for that to rhyme). In my heart, I see clearly the serenity of the place you last walked. … Continue reading 365 Days
The dark can be so daunting The light can seem so dim Still, from heaven, you are calling. Can I hear your voice again? No fear in death or life, though all of hell presses in Your voice, the roaring lion, shatters mountains and hangs on the wind. Still small voice, speak to me. I'm … Continue reading Listening
This post is a little different from my standard posts. I'm sharing with you what I wrote this morning while reading my Bible. Last night was a particularly difficult night for me. This morning, Is brighter because His word brings life and hope. Hopefully, you can glean something from it that will encourage you today. … Continue reading It is Enough!
When the comfortable numb ceases to be comfortable, we can choose to escape and join the living or we can choose to delve deeper into denial. It is possible to stuff feelings into caverns we visit only when useful for some advantage. We can justify the remnant with clever notions about self preservation. But to … Continue reading Life Beyond Comfort
The thing about being in the Potter's hands (Jeremiah 18, Isaiah 45) is that we don't always know what he's forming us into. Sometimes it might even seem like we're sitting on a shelf and waiting until He's ready to do something with us. Isaiah 45 taught us not to argue with the Potter about … Continue reading What to do while you wait
I took a drive today to a place I once lived. Something once so familiar now screams of distance and abandon, of days long past and reminders of how far I've come. Even the sky is dim framing the homes fallen to disrepair, forgotten or ignored by the "noble" ones; still occupied by dreamers or … Continue reading White Washed Tombs
On it goes, life. The procession of the here and now. The often rote existense of waking, eating, working, moments of laughter, hugs, love, friendship, rest, lather, rinse, repeat. Like brown lines traced in stone we walk on. Then comes the divine. Blueish bursts of something more to interupt the cortege, motion subtly shifting the monotony to flux. … Continue reading Inspired by the Comforter