I have a confession to make. I know it’s true….simply because of the discomfort I feel. As I spit out this unflattering, unChristlike, prideful rising truth…. “I am a perfectionist.” I often have this unsettled insistence that things be just perfect. In fact, when I was little….I used to go up and down the isles. Aligning boxes […]
When Deaf Ears Listen Best – And 5 Minutes with God.
My daughter is deaf. She came to us at three months old. Unable to hear in her right ear. Intermittent loss in her left ear also. Unilateral hearing loss primarily effects her ability to detect and locate sound. It hinders her from hearing other’s speak…..especially when there is any type of background noise. Due to this […]
The Hippie In The Grocery Store
Drudging through the grocery store with kids. All wanting to be anywhere but here. And I search for spices that revive my spirit. Amongst the chaos of it all. Needing tranquility to awaken my senses. In this deadness of winter. And I see him. A tall, type. Hippy fellow. And he looks quite like me. Hungry […]
Ponderings from the Pond 3 – More Than Enough
Early Morning. The God rise. Calling me up. Out. Toward Him. Where all Created things worship their Creator. Me….just a small piece of the symphony of praise…..exalting the Most High. With tired eyes. House Asleep. Door to soul opens. Me. Carrying nothing….just self in blue pajamas. The best journeys toward Him….anyway. Arms empty. Decorated not in […]
Following the “God Lead”
There was no way she could have known. Coming home. There it was. A gift. A French Press…….and this. Unheard of…. How did she know? I never told a soul…. Joan of Arc is someone I would have longed to know. A woman of strength. Conviction. Yet, humble beyond definition. How did she know? Her quotes…next […]
God Speaks
Driving past fields. Farms. Settlements well worn. From pain staking, sweat earned….difficult years. Trying to clear head…. Find rest from puzzles with sharp edges. And I recollect their beauty. …Any building still standing must have a strong foundation. And emotions surge. As I grip all I have got. Fragments. Pulled apart….And I ask… Why is vision […]