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Now the gray begins The drip of days and Dull li Now the gray begins The drip of days and Dull light. The quiet Of golden flame and Flicker, coffee in the Dark kitchen, casting my eyes through the glass to the glory of summer's end and the silent season of Fall.
Exodus 13⁣ J.L. Collins We are not fond of the c Exodus 13⁣ J.L. Collins We are not fond of the chalky smudge, non-committal sky that resists the tell of clarity. We beseech the heavens for blue; cobalt perhaps or robin's egg, a declarative palette to illuminate our days, secure us with Heavenly assurance that our plans will not be foiled. How we long for that clear light--glass to mirror sun's presence and reflect on our daily perhapses, the uncertainty. ⁣ . But we cannot dwell forever in light. We need seasons of faith in the in-between of No Clear Answers, the trust of "I am with you." We hear only this from the sky, "I will show you the way with my pillar at night and a cloud to lead as you greet each new day." . . #poetsofinstagram #poetryoftheday #scripture #faith #uncertainty
"Sometimes, the most revealing lessons of history "Sometimes, the most revealing lessons of history come from silence. One of the strangest silences of church history is the lack of attention to the wives of ministers and pastors, even the most famous of Christian leaders." -R. Albert Miller Jr. President of Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, from the Foreword, Susie The Life and Legacy of Susannah Spurgeon. . . One of my favorite books on the Psalms is Charles Spurgeon's Treasury of David. Knowing some of the history of Spurgeon's life often left me wondering, "Who was his wife and how in the world did she deal with such a fiery preacher?" When Ray Rhodes released @susiespurgeonbook from @moodypublishers I kept it on my To be Read list for a long time. I am so happy to finally have it in my hands. . . Like @michellederusha 's remarkable story about Martin Luther and his wife Katie, I have a feeling @susiespurgeonbook will also reveal the whole picture of God's plans and purposes, not only through the ministry of a man we remember well, but through the work and legacy of his wife. Thank you Ray for the kind note inside and for pouring your heart into this book.
Ahhhhhh.... Hello Wednesday afternoon. #pumpkincol Ahhhhhh.... Hello Wednesday afternoon. #pumpkincoldbrew @starbucks
GROUNDED . . . "I designed you to live in union wi GROUNDED . . . "I designed you to live in union with me. This union does not negate who you are, it actually makes you more fully yourself." -Sarah Young . . Prior to the days of cool fog and drizzling rain that we've had recently, the warm weather precluded me taking off my shoes and standing barefoot in our kitchen. The cool, firm feel of the floor reminded me of where I was, literally and figuratively. . I remember growing up in southern California with the ground constantly beneath my feet. I practically lived barefoot, awake and alive through all of the senses that afforded me. . I am no kinesiologist, but I wonder if perhaps when God told Moses to take off his shoes, that having his feet firm on the ground was the only way to sense God. . The last six months have left me feeling untethered, grasping for the familiar to remind me of where I am and who I am. I keep hearing whispers about the word "identity", and wondering if this isn't the year we might all find out who we are when everything else is stripped away. . . #wednesdaywords #christianwriter #identity #JesusCalling #scripture
Hurrahing in Harvest–A Poem I Did Not Write “S Hurrahing in Harvest–A Poem I Did Not Write “Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise    Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour    Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? “I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,    Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;    And, eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies? “And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder    Majestic–as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!– These things, these things were here and but the beholder    Wanting; which two when they once meet, The heart rears wings bold and bolder And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.”                                              -Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1877 Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889) was a Jesuit priest whose poetry combined an awareness of material sensuousness with the asceticism of religious devotion.  His collected poems, published posthumously in 1918, exercised a profound influence on modern poetry. (from the Dover Publications edition.) I do not pretend to understand the meaning of all the words in this sonnet; but if I stopped at every unfamiliar word, I’d never enjoy the sound of them as they trip across my tongue–‘silk-sack clouds’, ‘azurous hung hills’, ‘very-violet-sweet!’  These are such powerful metaphors–‘to glean our Saviour’–to find the Creator through our vision of Him in the world He created–that is Hopkins’ goal, I think. Sometimes the greatest joy of poetry is just the sound of the words, whether we know their meaning or not.  I don’t stop reading a novel or an essay or even Scripture, for that matter, just because I don’t know a word. *** . What new words are you learning?
MY HEART BURSTS ITS BANKS, SPILLING BEAUTY AND GOO MY HEART BURSTS ITS BANKS, SPILLING BEAUTY AND GOODNESS. I POUR IT OUT IN A POEM TO THE KING, SHAPING THE RIVER INTO WORDS.   45:1, THE MESSAGE Hi there, I’m Jody. Before I called myself a writer (I was a mom and then a teacher) God gave me Ps 45:1 as a life verse. It has been said we are God’s handiwork, his ‘poem' from the Greek, ‘poeima’, God’s made thing. He is our Maker. So, when we write a poem, it is a ‘made thing.’  The words have proven to be true, even though it’s taken a while to get here. I began with scads of bad poetry in high school and journaling before it became a verb while raising my kids and teaching. As I dabbled in narrative and creative non-fiction, eventually some nice people printed my words and actually paid me. Fast forward to 2012 when I discovered the world of Christian online writing. I’ve never been so surprised at the friends I’ve made via this virtual neighborhood, many of whom I’ve gotten know in real life. ((Hey there, IRL friends.)) I am by nature a Connector, Communicator and Cheerleader and enjoy the ways that social media makes all those roles possible. 3 Random Facts About Me: –I once embarrassed singer/songwriter Judy Collins onstage at a concert in Fresno, California, with a bouquet of chrysanthemums from my yard & telling her we shared (sort of) the same name.⁣ ⁣ -We lost my son Aaron in a crowd at Disneyland when he was 6 yrs old while we were lined up for the Electric Light Parade. We found him 3 hrs later safe and sound with the nice people in Lost and Found. #parentsoftheyear ⁣ ⁣ –One month before I completed my teaching program I was informed I was 3 credits short. Luckily I was able to make them up in the summer by taking a weeklong backpack trip. (Did I mention I was 40 years old at the time?) We hiked up over 12,000 ft from the Yosemite Valley floor & I nearly died (altitude sickness). However, I will never forget the astonishment of sitting on a bare granite outcropping 14,000 ft. looking up at the moon. #bucketlist #friendswithpens #christianblogger #mondaymeetup (Squinty-faced photo taken by my friend Tarri W.)
It occurred to me on the way to the grocery store It occurred to me on the way to the grocery store that the gift of smokey skies and mornings weighted with fog to hold it all in place are a gift of sorts. When things are unclear and hazy, it makes blue skies and clarity that much more of a gift. How would we know light if there were never any shadows?? . . Even when you can't see it, the sun is shining. Bring rain Lord. #Seattleland #fires 5:45 pm.
Lessons from Acts chapter 28: Number one, let go o Lessons from Acts chapter 28: Number one, let go of the extra cargo in your life and throw it overboard. . Number two, cut the ropes from the lifeboats you've been using to save you. . . Number three, although the ship is dashed to pieces you will be saved. You might end up on the shore without a ship but you will be on the shore. #sundaymornings #ActsCh28 #ApostlePaul #scripture #lifelessons
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