Hunting for Red in October, 3rd Edition
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Mt. Rainier, WA state, Paradise side I blame her for this. I blame her for these can’t-miss tears. These every-time-I-read-her-posts tears, that dry on my skin and keep me choked up, that blow my world apart and make me want to say, ‘This does not fit.’ This. This world, with its horrors right where I live and merciless children killing their grandparents in my own…
We raised our hands and voices again this morning in worship, singing of grace being an ocean…and if it is, we’re all sinking. Then Heaven met earth like a sloppy, wet kiss. And well, after that line in the song, it took me awhile to get my spirit and soul focused on Jesus again. I…
Because I cannot do 500 words a day every morning and well, frankly, wonder at those who do. From my files (circa 2008, long before this blog.) ~~~~~~~~~ I hate it that I am so sporadic Inconsistent, not persistent, no straight ahead in a line to the finish. I’m distracted, side-tracked Stops and starts,…
I woke up this morning singing ‘Beautiful Things‘ by Gungor. We sang it for the first time in church yesterday and I remember asking God to use me to help people who are in chaos and pain, to rescue people who are lost, to speak truth to those who are broken. Little did I know….
The whole universe was stilled as tho’ listening for a voice. For the space of one heartbeat there was peace on earth…Existence rested against the heart of God, then sighed and journeyed again. Elizabeth Goudge, “Green Dolphin Country.” I enjoy saving and savoring words—new words, old words, your words. Although I am not endeavoring…
I grew up in Southern California, in the ‘shadow’ of Disneyland. My husband’s uncle owned a home on the street behind the Park and we often sat on the hoods of our cars and watched the fireworks over the trees. They appeared at 9:00 on the dot every night in the summer. Some things…