The Dance
and of course with Shelly
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This post is fourth in a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard, by LL Barkat. This is not a book review, per se, more of a book invitation.
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“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. (but) A cord of three strands is not easily broken.” Ecclesiastes 4:12 NIV ~~~~~~~ Here’s to the third cord, our Saviour, and to the twining of the two- my lovely daughter Leah and her husband William–held by Him. Happy 6th Anniversary! linking with Deidra and the Sunday Community
Ten minutes before two in the afternoon, I’m sitting at my desk with a sigh of, “Ahhhhh…,” hands open in prayer. My heart is full, my spirit content and the words of praise only God understands pour from my lips. It is so good to have this me-and-God time. His presence is sweet—I savor it like…
Pictures, pictures everywhere. Anywhere. Any time. If you have a phone, we have a photo. Moments captured and documented, milestones shared, joys multiplied. And while a picture often IS worth a thousand words, and they often tell a story, they don’t tell the whole story. The problem with the ubiquitousness (that’s a word, right?) of…
This post is third in a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: “God in the Yard“, by LL Barkat. This is not a book review, per se, but perhaps a book invitation…The author writes early on ‘smallness permits attention,’ and I am starting small, stitching together my Sabbath times, sitting…
When I started writing online in January 2012 I christened my website Three Way Light. I chose it because light has three properties: it warms cold places, reveals what is hidden, and shines and reflects on what is seen. Processing the world through words gives me a chance to do that–pour a little light on…
I’m so grateful Summer is officially over. It lasted way too many long, hot, sunshiny days for me. Truly. (I live in the Pacific Northwest. I am allowed to complain about these things.) We did not get our reprieve with refreshing summer rains. There were no soft gray mornings to offset the cloudless days. And…