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Light dapples on walls, gray/white ripples in shadows behind her. Classical piano notes sound behind me as I gaze over her brown hair through the windows to the trees outside. My mind goes back to another sun and shadow scene, she on the floor with her four year old toys, daylight streaming through…
The first verses of Isaiah Chapter six begin, “In the year that King Uzziah died….” and proceed to describe just what it was like when God’s presence filled the temple. What a way to worship. (Go ahead, read it. I’ll wait.) Anchoring a year by identifying it as when so-and-so has died seems an odd…
photo by my friend Leah Richardson– Creative Overflow Chick at the Computer So I’m hopping in my car for the trip over to my brother’s house to water the plants and feed the cats (more on that another day) and I’m oh-so-bummed. I hate it that I’m so bummed. But I am. There is a line…
Three more days of school. It is nonstop season–parties, graduations, showers, weddings. Noisy celebration time and a ‘come out and play’ summer ahead. Fireworks and family on the horizon. Mini trips to the beach, anniversaries and relatives visiting. The words all say ‘busy’ to me and I’m wondering how I’ll ever find time for the…
It’s your breath in our lungs As we pour out our praise, Pour out our praise, It’s your breath in our lungs As we pour out our praise To you only. All the earth will shout Your praise Our hearts will cry, These bones will sing, Great are You, Lord. It’s your breath in our lungs…
view of our backyard, early Summer, from the upper deck I have been pondering the tension lately between between the image I project to the world about my life and what is ACTUALLY going on. Every morning I stand at my kitchen sink, I see a variation of this view above. I often post the…