I haven’t done a lot of writing lately, not because I don’t have anything to say or because I’m not thinking deeply about what this unprecedented Pandemic is bringing to the surface in my life.
It’s just that every time I sit down to pen some thoughts, I sense that there is so much that has already been stated and so I don’t want to repeat what many others are already realizing.
Read MoreSometimes, I catch myself living solely for Friday. I hear myself saying things like, “Today was the longest day.”
I seldom stop to recognize what my words imply. Do I want my days to be shortened? Do I want my days all together ended for good?
Read MoreStillness?
Stillness is the quiet expectation of worship, Goodness pouring forth, preparing me for what lies ahead.
Even in the darkness there is anticipation of light. Stillness, waiting for light to peak over the horizon, east.
Read More“If you catch this ball I will give you one hundred dollars” my husband shouted to our youngest son. He blasted the football as high as he could, straight up in the air and quickly moved his body backwards getting out of the way.
Read MoreA few nights ago I attended an event that ran really late and when I finally got home the house was dark and still. I began to put my things away before heading upstairs when something caught my eye.
Read MoreAfter it rains the grass puffs up and stands tall towards the sky with deep green praise. Flowers come alive with rich, vibrant color communicating satisfaction with their Creator and Sustainer. Everything looks plumper, a picture of health, after the rain falls on the earth.
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