Giving Thanks in All Things

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Idols I know–those man made (me made?) forms–lifeless, a poor rendering of the real. Not-gods I’ve erected to take THE God’s place. Yes, these I know–overeating, too much chocolate, shopping when I don’t need to for clothes I already have. For many, many years in my walk with Jesus I was an expert at…
Ecclesiastes 3:11 (KJV) 11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world** in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.” **from the Hebrew, ‘olam’–“concealed, i.e. the vanishing point, (generally) time out of mind, (practically) eternity continuance, eternal, everlasting, …
“Harbor me in the eye of the storm I’m holding on to the love you swore.” -John Mark McMillan, Love You Swore The other day on Instagram I asked: “How is it we never wonder why good things happen to good people? Or why good things happen to bad people?” My reflections were a version…
“Personally, I know little about God, whoever he is. If he is. I realize, however, that to some, he’s downright awesome. From Gram’s description, I picture him like a raptor with a sky’s wingspan, exhaling love’s oxygen on his hatchlings, feeding them comfort and truth and power straight from his beak.” -Sugar Birds, Cheryl Bostrom…
I’ve been looking at pine cones a lot lately. A book I’ve been reading makes me SEE things differently. Makes me stop and pay attention to what’s at my feet, down close. Instead of stepping over, around and on what lies below, I’m starting to take time to notice what I see. When I went for a walk yesterday,…
The ‘shuff, shuff, scritch’ of my sneakers against the damp leaves interrupts the sound of quiet on this woodsy walk. A flicker’s cry breaks in high above while I step over the dank patterned tree life at my feet. The path before me is almost entirely covered in debris revealing just the smallest glimmers of emerald…