Worship. An act. A response. Each Sunday for almost 48 years. Part of my life. My being. Deep within. We sing; I surrender All. I think about those words. I have surrendered my son. Not willingly. I surrendered my husband. Not willingly. . . and he was given back. I surrender all. There is a lot to that act. It is a choice. One I want to embrace. As one begins to surrender all the hurt. . . all the ache. Something happens The Act of Praise begins to ... View Post
An Act of Obedience
It's been a while I wake to the heavy, raw feeling. My constant companion for so long. The weight pressing in. I haven't slept well. A needy dog. I feel tired. Worn. These days. Are the hardest. The pushing through. Imperative. Yet the strength it takes. The work. I close my eyes. I trust. I cry out to the LORD. It is only by his grace. It is by his power, that we move. His journey to the cross. My journey to glory. I will myself to begin the ... View Post
Come, Sit At My Table
Come to my table and sit for a spell. Where generations have gathered. Stories and woes poured out. Hot steaming cups of warmth in hand, as time passes. Nourishment given. Come to the table where we share who we are. Where we break bread and study the word. Come, sit with me. I long to hear the stories. I long to walk a spell. Held captive by the road with which you have walked. Come to my table and sit for spell. Take a load of your feet. Lay down your burden, release your shame. You ... View Post
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