I fell asleep at 7:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. My husband and two boys were away on a weekend hunting trip and I’m guessing my early retirement was in some way inspired by the cooler temperatures outside, encouraging me to settle in bed under a warm blanket.
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 MoreJoy is conviction.
These three words took 4,320 minutes to pen... three days to boldly find their place between the thin lines of my journal. I fought for them, which is often the process when the Lord is trying to dismantle the false ideas that I have about stuff.
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