I have a friend. She seeks me out at work just to check in and sift through the snapshots of our lives and see what’s there to grow from, think about, cry for, and together we look for the Lover of our souls working. Her encounters warm me and remind me I’m not alone at …
The girl and I packed up the week and left school today a little tired. We had a big grocery shop to do for an elderly lady and her husband who have long since found it difficult to maneuver the aisles, their legs heavy and hurting from disease and age. We’ve been doing that for …
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, come down from the Father of the heavely lights, who does not change like the shifting shadows.” – James 1: 17 I like how Tuesdays are laundry day for the preschool house on the grounds of the school where I work, and every time …
Father? You’re still there…..yes? I sit a little tired, a little worn, the restless angry fight spent. I’m so broken, God; so messy, so petty and petulant. Sometimes I’m weak and make choices that spin out tentacles like a crazy light show out of control and they spark and snap. Sometimes I’m strong and good …
“Silence is your only claim to wisdom” – Job 13, The Message Sometimes I have days, chunks of them, when the words in my mind go quiet, almost by command; outside of my own will. I sit on my lily pad like a wide mouthed frog and occasionally feel a welled up thought rise …