Tag: brokenness

Singing in the brokenness

I don’t know about you, but I can’t sing – well I can, but most would not call it that. Problem is, when it comes to singing to Jesus, I can’t do it quietly. I have to raise my voice and my hands. I’ve… Continue Reading “Singing in the brokenness”

Not Alone

I’ve noticed that when we – all people – experience heartache, illness, tragedy, loss – our tendency is to feel like no one gets it. Like we’re the only ones who have experienced this. We retreat inside ourselves and, at times, nurse the hurt… Continue Reading “Not Alone”

How Many Tears

Kitty got old; his heart gave out – at least the pumping of it. His heart for us was true to the end, purring and loving me like he had from the time we got him from the “homeless shelter”. The day was spent… Continue Reading “How Many Tears”

Above All

This year Christmas feels like a welcome breath of air, a sweet sound of peace, a deep sense of comfort. Perhaps things not being the same (normal) for months now is bringing about a desire for what is real and lasting. Although we long… Continue Reading “Above All”

The List…

I make lists. And I love crossing them off. Each little ‘to do’ that’s done somehow is satisfying. But recently in another great book by Max Lucado, Unshakable Hope, I read this at the end: “In the first chapter I told you that the… Continue Reading “The List…”

What is Unseen…

This life is all about changes – for a girl who doesn’t like change, it’s a bit unsettling. Ask my husband. I can live in the same house all my days and be content, order the same thing at my favorite restaurant and laugh… Continue Reading “What is Unseen…”

Is that all?

We pray – asking for healing, for finances, for brokenness, for relationships. Believing?? For God nothing is impossible – but don’t we pray like maybe He can’t/won’t? The truth is, for those who call on Jesus the Savior of the world: healing – if not now, then… Continue Reading “Is that all?”

No Unbelief…

In Gatlinburg, TN there are burned down dreams and memories in ash piles. A family grieves the loss of a son, not knowing whose anger caused the shots. Another grieves the loss of a father trying to do his job to serve and protect.… Continue Reading “No Unbelief…”

Brushstrokes…

At dusk last night clouds were backlit by a soon setting sun. Pinks took over where white puffs had just been. Streaks of peach arched from west to east. A canvas stretched sky wide. Brushstrokes of the Master Artist. This morning a bluest blue canvas greeted… Continue Reading “Brushstrokes…”

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