Making Time, Taking Time
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Jan. 23, 2012 Snow day It’s not actually a snow day here in the Seattle area. It’s a ‘recover-from-the-snow-and-ice-and-wind-damage-day,’ so there is no school. And, since I’m a teacher, blessed me, there’s oodles of extra time from the Time Keeper, my Heavenly Father, to do what He’s called me to do–write to you. But first, since…
Keep us, Lord, hungry for truer things. Keep us thirsty for life your living water brings. Keep us searching for You, the Spring. Keep us wanting to worship You, our King. Give us ears that sense Your voice, Eyes to see beyond the noise Hands that serve and choose to rejoice…
“My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words:” Psalm 45:1, The Message ~*~*~*~*~* Some people are artists who process their world through paint and pen, fabric, clay, paper. Thoughts become images or design, an expression of what’s inside…
“We love Him because He first loved us.”—1 John 4:19. Charles Spurgeon (Morning by Morning–June 11th) “This must ever be a great and certain truth, that we love Him for no other reason than because He first loved us. Our love to Him is the fair offspring of His love to us. How great the…
So it’s Sunday morning and the Guest Pastor is wearing a lampshade on his head. (Yeah, that’ll happen when the Senior Pastor is stuck on a plane with the mission team trying to get home from Texas.) The lampshade is one of those ivory-colored, flute shaped (well, upside-down flutes) where the circular opening at the…
Our summer was VERY long here in the Pacific Northwest and it’s been harder to find the beauty of red that I’m used to this time of year…So I really did have to hunt. (You can see my first two ‘Hunting for Red’ posts here and here.) this plant is called a ‘burning bush’ plant…