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Perhaps the greatest tool of the enemy of our souls is to keep our addictions and problems in the dark. Actually, it IS his greatest tool. In Christian circles we have deemed it acceptable to talk about overeating and gluttony–there is Weight Watchers or we can enroll in Jenny Craig. There are support groups for…
The thermometer affirms our arrival at Autumn, the droplets on the deck declare in dew that the air is too cold for the water, changing it to liquid on the glassy, warm surface. I wonder, does the Living Water perform the same miracle when it touches my heart? do change….
I’m recuping from a terrible cold and sinus infection, drowsing through the days with a head full of stuffed cotton. Yesterday I started feeling myself again–Today? Well, I’m almost back to normal. Hallelujah! I can go play outside. And it’s a beautiful day to play. My friend Laura Boggess coined the phrase ‘Playdates with God’…
F a l l in g in love…
So I misplaced my wedding rings last week. And then I found them. After I stopped looking for them. Of course. Turned around and found them on my little outside table next to my favorite chair, where I’d plopped myself after a long day at school. I hate it when I lose things like that…
Writing comes from listening, so I’ve taken quiet steps outside away from the loud to hear better. Eyes open this time to see AND hear–this– the delicate drops of fuchsia, ballerinas fluttering like so many upside-down firecrackers, fragile, full of beauty dropping feathery tendrils to the silent air.