Trust, Worship

Time Is Not A Patient Friend

I find myself constantly checking clocks, pacing myself to the silent drill sergeant who orders my comings and goings. By the position of her unbending hands, she holds the power to dictate my every move. “Time waits for no man” so they saying goes, most certainly, time is not a patient friend. My insides gnaw…

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Dreams, Hope, Trust, Worship

In The Season Of Rain

Last night while driving a bus-load of kids home from Taekwondo I watched the sun crown the trees with the last of its golden rays, just before disappearing below the horizon, leaving an orangy-pink sky in its wake. I caught my breath as I alerted my young passengers to the scene, “don’t miss this!” I…

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Hope, Struggle, Worship

Looking For The Light

A few weeks back I attended a funeral for a white man, a husband, father of four, who was brutally murdered by a black man. A white man, one of the grieving,  took his 5 minutes intended to honor the departed, and used it to preach the gospel of American politics. He stood up there in front of…

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Guest posting, Worship

Worship While Working

When my children were babies, we embraced routine like oxygen. We needed it to function. Each of my four took regular naps at the same time every day, and when they grew out of napping, rather than readjusting our day, we maintained this space and re-named it quiet time. I’ve gotten all kinds of comments from…

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Weekend Wanderings, Worship, writing

Weekend Wanderings

  I have a longing for the world above where multitudes sing the great song, for my soul was never created to love the dust of the earth. Though here my spiritual state is frail and poor, I shall go on singing Calvary’s anthem. ~Valley Of Vision, Calvary’s Anthem Weekend Wanderings Andrea writes about the…

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Art, Surrender, Worship

On Making Art

At some point, some of you started reading here for the words. I’ve felt a little guilty for the lack of them this summer. I’ve worried about becoming obsolete, about being forgotten. And then I let all of that go, and stepped away quietly anyway.  While I haven’t had many words held out for consumption,…

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Rest, Surrender, Worship, writing

Hushed

The scarlet Cardinal sings somewhere above my head. I look for him in the neighbors tree, the one to my right, with the low branches that kiss the picket tops of our privacy fence. Staring through the sprawling brown mesh of shaggy bark, I hope for a glimpse of him. He lets loose another shrill…

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Grace, Worship

Ruminating

Maybe it’s the rain, or because I’m still sifting through my reflections on Refine. I’m ruminating on a great many things these days– Last week we bid farewell to the old Ash tree that once shaded the top portion of our backyard. Though it had been healthy when we first moved in 10 years ago,…

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