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I am terrible at remembering details. And for most of my life as a believer, I could not recall Scripture verses no matter how I tried, where they were or what they said. I’d go looking for a passage and the ‘address’ would escape me. I’d mumble, “It’s in the Bible….well, it’s in the Old Testament….
I am honored and humbled to have a post I wrote a couple of weeks ago to be featured at The High Calling this week. I have been part of this faith-based online community for the two plus years that I have been blogging and they are the most supportive and encouraging friends, some of…
I had the joy of being with 40 of my sisters–and my nieces and my daughter and my sister in law–at our Women’s Retreat this weekend. Our Retreat theme was ‘Beauty in Imperfection‘–a theme that resonated most clearly when we set about taking hundreds of bits and pieces…
photo credit In the ending scene of ‘The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe’, Aslan is tied to the stone table, left to die. As mice furiously chew the ropes that bind him, Lucy and Susan turn away to watch the dawn. Suddenly there is a deafening ‘crack!’ “like…
This poem is inspired by my poetic friend, Tania Runyan, whose volume of poetry ‘Second Sky’ follows hard after the Apostle Paul’s writings. I thought I’d try my hand at a Scripture-prompted poem. The waltzing cat silently slinks between cupboards on concrete and grass. The only sound as he slips is the bronze tag…
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…
Prayer at my desk over pasta reminds me I’ve been away from this place way too long. This familiar pathway back to this quiet corner with Him– like a trail worn through the woods towards home or a boat returning to anchor in the harbor. It’s this Presence I remember, the sweet rest of…
The noisy birds squawk and squeal, an out of sync chorus bent on harmony as discordant as a traffic jam. In between the garbled avian speech I hear a finch and a robin announce, “It’s morning!” In my very vague 4:30 a.m. brain I succumb to the sounds of Creation’s alarm clock and I am…
Mt. Rainier August 2011 Soooooo, I had to map my route the other day to find out where our upcoming Women’s Retreat is going to be. I’m on the planning team and we all agreed LAST year’s directions were none-too-helpful, in fact, several women arrived tired and cranky and ready to (ahem) strangle someone because…
I spent three days last week—Thursday through Sunday—on a trip to Southern Oregon from my home in Seattle. It was a LONG drive over mountains and through valleys, across highways and mountain passes, complete with wind and rain and snow. I took a few photos as I rounded the curves and the corners along the way…