Tag: faithful
Wonder-full Plans…
I’m noticing lately all us wanderers. I can’t help but think: what if, instead, we were wonderers? We wander around stores looking for gifts. We wander around outdoors seeking quiet. We wander all our days and what do we find? Emptiness mostly. So I’m… Continue Reading “Wonder-full Plans…”
Running Away…
There’s an unrest in my soul these days. Haven’t pinpointed it yet – but experience tells me it’s preparation. A feeling – things don’t stay the same, no matter how much I hate change. I know because more than once a day I want… Continue Reading “Running Away…”
Where are your keys?
Sometimes I find my keys in my hand when I’m tearing through my purse or the house for the tenth time. We’re such a busy society that what is plainly in our hands is often missed. A good reminder of how oblivious we are… Continue Reading “Where are your keys?”
Hope Happens…
Any given day the headlines are scary reading – suicide, shooting, missing. And hope seems lost. And yet…the widow clings, the terrified students grasp, the mother and father print posters. It’s a soul thing – we know hope is real. We know, but how?… Continue Reading “Hope Happens…”
High Pressure Hope…
If we have one cool thing in our house, it’s our shower. What we hadn’t noticed was the water pressure slowly getting lower. Until a sort of whining sound started. How had we not noticed how slow the water had become? It was gradual.That’s… Continue Reading “High Pressure Hope…”
Right There…
Ever help a turtle find his way back to water? A little soft shell guy found himself in the middle of my hot concrete driveway. He wasn’t moving. Ever since a turtle got hold of my son’s finger one summer long ago, I’ve been… Continue Reading “Right There…”
Free Fall…
Ever actually seen a field of wheat? Me either – but I love the pictures showing stalks gently blowing in the breeze, like a sea of gold. These days machines do much of the work taking the grain from the stalk and leaves –… Continue Reading “Free Fall…”
8:45am
Funny how we mark things with time – the year of the hurricanes, September 11, 2001, the call this morning from a tearful child “I’m on my way to the emergency room”. The slow motion moments. Moving at the speed of light to get… Continue Reading “8:45am”
Go, Be…
The Sunday message has often ended with ‘Go be the church’. I knew what he meant, I knew the intention. I thought I did. But knowing and action are different. Knowing can be acknowledging and even agreeing. Action is both of those and then… Continue Reading “Go, Be…”
Promises, Promises…
When I was little girl my friends and I would often say to each other: ‘Promise?’ An expectation that whatever we just told each other, we would follow through. Little girl years are a great learning ground for life – not all promises are kept.… Continue Reading “Promises, Promises…”
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