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photo by my friend Leah Richardson– Creative Overflow Chick at the Computer So I’m hopping in my car for the trip over to my brother’s house to water the plants and feed the cats (more on that another day) and I’m oh-so-bummed. I hate it that I’m so bummed. But I am. There is a line…
He is the Joy-bringer, filler-upper, healer, rescuer God. From Sunday morning…. You Bring Hope to the Hopeless Hillsong United Oh You bring hope to the hopeless And light to those in the darkness And death to life Now I’m alive Oh You give peace to the restless And joy to homes that are broken I…
I always come home to you, Your smile, your arms, your lips. Strong as the anchors of a ship, Tethering my wandering, wondering heart. There is a safety in our past, Landmarks of history, Reminding me why I’m here A…
Isn’t it funny how, when you write something down or declare it out loud as a “here’s what God told me”, that well, He’ll make sure you have a chance to practice what you just said? Last week, I schlepped through the rain, dodging puddles on my way across the parking lot, as I headed…
Cascade Mountains, Eastern horizon, Washington My friend Debbie and I were talking about downsizing the other day. Our husbands and we are all around the same age–60-ish–and the seasons of our life are definitely changing. It’s time to spend with grandkids, time to care for aging parents, deal with retirement, employment changes. Income changes. And did…
Elliott Bay, Seattle LM Johnson–Used by Permission I glanced out the window last week and thought to myself, How will I know what to wear to school today if I don’t look at the weather? An important question, given this is the Pacific Northwest and the weather is painfully, annoyingly, precociously changing all the time. Then…
“We love Him because He first loved us.”—1 John 4:19. Charles Spurgeon (Morning by Morning–June 11th) “This must ever be a great and certain truth, that we love Him for no other reason than because He first loved us. Our love to Him is the fair offspring of His love to us. How great the…
“Nothing is so like a soul as a bee. It goes from flower to flower as a soul from star to star, and it gathers honey as a soul gathers light.” Victor Hugo ‘Ninety-Three’, 1879 I was walking the neighborhood Saturday morning on an uncommonly nice, warm day. Oh, the joy of sunshine and azure…
Oak tree, Audubon Park New Orleans The story of David and Goliath in I Samuel 17 takes place in the valley of Elah–‘oak’. Perhaps there were strong, towering oak trees there, a visual reminder of the stirring story that unfolded when Goliath challenged the mighty men of Israel. Young David, the shepherd, was overcome…
Under Construction Concrete ripped and piled Bulldozed building pieces askew Saltines stacked on a pile of dirt. There is mess everywhere. Plastic flaps outside, tucked in and under, Protecting not much anymore. Piles of rebar readied for foundations Sand, rock for ballast, fill. There is mess everywhere. The glare of lights, warning signs, Ominous fences….