The Dance
and of course with Shelly
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This post is fourth in a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard, by LL Barkat. This is not a book review, per se, more of a book invitation.
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First item on the grocery list: postage stamps. In ALL CAPS. I’ve written it down three times this week, only to return with pasta, bread and milk, but no stamps. This necessitates an emergency trip to the drugstore; I HAVE to get my Grandson’s birthday card in the mail. While the counter clerk rings up…
This blog post is part of Michelle DeRusha’s #MyFaithHeroine contest, in connection with the release of the book 50 Women Every Christian Should Know. Find out how to participate here. ~~~~~~~~ I went into labor with my daughter Leah on a waterbed at my friend Biana’s (bee-onna) house 35 years ago. I was watching the ‘Sound of Music’ and wanted to…
I’ve been looking at pine cones a lot lately. A book I’ve been reading makes me SEE things differently. Makes me stop and pay attention to what’s at my feet, down close. Instead of stepping over, around and on what lies below, I’m starting to take time to notice what I see. When I went for a walk yesterday,…
Keep us, Lord, hungry for truer things. Keep us thirsty for life your living water brings. Keep us searching for You, the Spring. Keep us wanting to worship You, our King. Give us ears that sense Your voice, Eyes to see beyond the noise Hands that serve and choose to rejoice…
I’ve been thinking about bridges a lot lately how they’re built how they’re sustained what they connect what they cross what they cover and I am sure of only this: building the bridge that connects a friendship must be built one strong, sure bolt at a time…….. Romans 12 “14 Bless those who persecute you, bless…
I pour lemon oil onto my dust rag, massaging the small table’s worn and chipped surface. No amount of elbow grease or lemon oil will cover up the wear and tear–scuffs from an old plant container, water rings from one too many glasses of iced tea, the solitary black circle from a dropped cigarette. Simply…