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 MoreIt was early in the day and a brisk forty degrees when we began our descent into the Grand Canyon. In preparation for a full morning of hiking on the Bright Angel Trail, the four of us laced up our boots and bundled up.
Read MoreI took a long walk the other day.
I didn’t need distraction or exercise.
I didn’t have an agenda.
Instead, I felt a sudden pull to be outdoors surrounded by the beauty of creation.
I am so glad I listened.
Read MoreThe sweetest smell of blueberry muffins whirled down the long hallway spilling into the bedroom where I was sleeping. It was an irresistible invitation that swiftly rounded me up and onto my feet.
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.
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