I know a lot of us "need more time," but here's the truth, y'all: we can't get more time. It isn't possible. Before my kindred spirit, Holly, died, Abba started speaking to my husband and me about how we were stewarding our most finite resource. It was terribly convicting, so we began this life-long journey … Continue reading |reforming|
There is a brisk winter wind today. It stings a little when I breathe, and I am glad. I am glad to have been born in winter, bleak as it often is. This season, as Thoreau once said, encourages us to "lead a more inward life," which is the life I live best. We aren't … Continue reading a life of coming Home.
For the narrowed light For the wayward stream For the chittering creature For the glorifying upness For laughter and tears For fellowship and solitude For bounty and poverty For comfort and ache For eyes that see For ears that hear For hands that work For tongues that bless For Presence For Beauty For Goodness For … Continue reading thanksgiving
"Upness," he called it, the world's "upness," and when I heard the word, I knew that I knew it, too, this glory climbing ever higher into the heavens above us. Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the … Continue reading |this climbing glory|
Sometimes love is this quiet, steady faithfulness that looks like a full tank of gas and an emptied dishwasher and a bed with clean sheets. It's a mowed lawn and dinner on the table and a prayer whispered in the night against the darkness that won't abate. Sometimes love is a steady hand holding the … Continue reading |a long winding|
I do not want to see anymore. It is too much. I want to unsee. Make me unseeing. I know not how to live this seeing life. Why did You have me ask for eyes to see when You know the aching, the soreness of heart, the ever deepening grief? I do not want to … Continue reading |unsee|
You are loved. Beyond all reason, Beyond all belief, Beyond all reckoning, You are loved. No matter what occurs, No matter how far you run, No matter how deeply you despair, No matter how much you disbelieve, You are loved. Do not squander that love. Let yourself be loved. Let Him pour into every part … Continue reading |this is truth|