It is nearing 6:00 p.m. here in Seattle. And the pressure to get my post up for UNITE is looming over me. I wrote my post days ago…about an angel and a bookstore. But, after today…something is stopping me. There is a need to follow this God-prompting. For even once listening to our own flesh, can…in […]
Ponderings from the Pond: The Dance of Creation.
Sitting. Like a gentle rain on a cold December day. I feel it…. Washing over me. Surfacing from a place, I didn’t know existed … Fear. Worry. Anxiety. A list of impurities. This camel back believer. Unaware. Unnecessarily carrying. Leaving. By the washing of His presence. Though…I did nothing. No more than enter. His Secret Place. […]
Ponderings from the Pond 5: Empty
This time it’s strange. Normally. I feel suffocated. Go outside. To breath. Feel alive again. Go out empty. Needing filling. But, this day, I stroll outside. Man made walls. With both hands full. Not empty. Camera in one hand. Disappointment in the other. Waking up to. Coffee creamer. Non-existent. Settling. With Chai Tea and light Vanilla Soy Milk. […]
Facing Trials: When Life Offers You Weeds
When life offers you a field of weeds. Take what’s there. And do like the feathered ones do. Look for opportunity. Because sometimes. In the greenest, most fertilized settings. IS the blessing. …….Even if dandelions appear. So, don’t ignore those unwanted hindrances. Denying them. Devour their presence. And let them nourish you. To life. To […]
Ponderings from the Pond 4: The Voice of God.
Sitting down with the Lord. This time. Just doesn’t suffice. So I open the doors. And am carried outside. Where God speaks best. Armed with camera. Total abandonment. And rejoicing in the goodness of God. Seeing my son returning after nine months on missions. Passing by. Fire pit. But God-eyes see it different. This time. An […]
Leaving The Trail. And Hearing the Heartbeat of God.
Took a walk today. With my two youngest. Down the trail. Through the woods….to hear the heart beat of God. It beat as a broken little girl took my hand. And called me, “mom”..…though I am not. It beat as my littlest skipped and danced, constantly finding such beauty around her. Wide eyed. Open arms. Off […]