They walk IN water puddles, not around them. If there’s a more challenging way to get from one place to another, they take it. When there are noises to be made, they make them with gusto. A song to be sung does not need to be sung the “right” way, but words can be bent …
I’ve tried to write a blog post for almost two hours tonight. I pawed through words like scrabble pieces but they sat mute in their little wooden pews. I wasn’t hearing anything. Except “worship”. Then I realized it was Him, telling me what He wanted. The thing is, I wanted the “company” of words and …
The white Christmas lights that I keep up year round, just because their light makes me happy, are glowing warm tonight in my otherwise dark kitchen. It’s been raining for hours. The trees outside look sad because they don’t have their leaves yet, but I know growth is happening on the inside of them. He …
Sometimes, it’s that sense of isolation that threatens to take us down; take me out. Broad daylight’s bad enough but in the middle of the night; that’s the killer. So He wakes me up and I find myself reaching for my headphones, taking care to put the left earpiece in my left ear, because I …
My friend, one of them, is like a sneeze. Whenever I call her, or she calls me, we get in the ring and box out what’s rolling around in our spirits together. And the calls always come in threes; sneeze, sneeze, ahCHOO; because we sift through and let settle what we lay on the line …