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“When Darkness seems to hide His face I rest on His unchanging grace In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil My anchor holds within the veil” ~~~~~~~ Hillsong Live 2012–‘Cornerstone’ Praising God for his holding power, holding me, holding our family through the rough seas and…
Isaiah 55:8,9 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” ~~~~~~~ Linking with Jen and the Soli Deo Gloria sisters; also the blessed community…
I wrote in this space a few weeks ago about my precious daughter and the complications she was having with her first pregnancy. After many hard weeks and doctor visits, specialists weighing in with good news and bad, Jesus saw fit to take the baby boy home. Thursday we have a service to remember…
I move gingerly down the front steps as the gray day is waning. A glance at my watch shows 10 of 5. “Thank you, God,” I mutter, “there’s still enough daylight outside for a walk.” Soon it will be dark. It’s already dark on the other coast in New Jersey/New York, literally and figuratively….
Light dapples on walls, gray/white ripples in shadows behind her. Classical piano notes sound behind me as I gaze over her brown hair through the windows to the trees outside. My mind goes back to another sun and shadow scene, she on the floor with her four year old toys, daylight streaming through…
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…. When Ann Voskamp said in this post “Is Jesus merely useful to you — or is He ultimately beautiful to you?” I thought, “Yes!” that’s why I want to have God’s word written on my heart– because He is beauty. He is desirable. He…
The wind is washing waves over me, moving birds and branches with a jet engine pushhhhhhh… tumbling, not sand, but sky high sentinels shouting in whispers, not of water but waves on sullen shores of sky far, far from the summer season a world of blue water away.
This viburnum blooms every year in my yard in January. That’s the main reason I bought it–to have some color (and fragrance) in the dead of winter. I live in the Pacific Northwest and we have our seasons. I’ll say. But there’s something else about January–the declaration of the joy of a new start. A…
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, …
“That’s a deep subject,” I’d oft repeat, to chide the speaker for such a lame, one-word comment. Well, indeed. I’m in it at the bottom, Swimming in my own tears drowning in grief that I must haul up bucket by bucket. But the hauling is needful– the bucket-at-a time tending a necessary process. The grief…