In the morning when I rise. . . Fear knocks on the door to my heart. It's face menacing and unwanted. His love is greater than my fear. His love covers over the pain. His love is enough. Instead of suffering. I sometimes feel like I am suffocating. The life and breath being taken. Each place I turn uncertainty and concern. The way unclear. The very earth being pulled from under me. Until all I have left; Is Christ. That's it. Give me Jesus That's what He wants. His love is greater than all my fears. I John 4:18 There ... View Post
Walking Into Praise
An unexpected phone call. Psalm 8:4 what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him? Words of encouragement from a stranger; now friend. Messages of hope intended for my farmer. Compassion and grace right on the other end of the phone. Unexpected. Humbling. Hard to take. Job 38:4 Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand. I call my farmer. I share the encouragement. Hoping to lift his spirits. He asks me "Why am I so depressed when so many are praying?" I remind him of ... View Post
A Sunday Journey To The Grave
I haven't been to the grave all winter. The grave that holds my first born. My son. The snow piles high and there is no passage to the cemetery except on foot. I know he is not there. I know he reigns above. He is in joy beyond all measure. He will never experience pain, or heartbreak. His journey complete. He's home. Waiting for us. But we are here. And to the grave I travel. This day when the sun warms the earth to the high 40's. The Sabbath. The day of rest. Someone had placed a wreath I never ... View Post
God’s Not Dead
God's Not Dead It's a movie. It's a song. It's the cry of some; to all, for all. To listen. To take note. The movie was great. A young man is asked to write, "God is dead" in a Philosophy class, by the professor, to dispense with the rigmarole of having to prove that God is dead. If they all agree, then that section is complete, they will all be working from the same world view. This young man couldn't bring himself to write those words. He chose to not comply with the teachers' request. He requests a challenge to prove ... View Post
It Is Work To Find Rest
I wake indifferent. There is danger in apathy. I wage a war continually. If I don't feel then I can't hurt. If I close my eyes tightly against all the pain and struggle I will survive. That is hardly living. There is relief. There is an anecdote. There is a place where peace reigns. Where our feet are firmly planted. To remain in that place is work. There is work in grieving. There is work in surrendering a life to the One who longs to hold you. This work can leave you exhausted and spent. But we will work. We will work to ... View Post
Cooking, Cook Books and Grief
I read cook books like they are novels. I love them. Especially ones with pictures. I often just look at the pictures and won't use the recipe. I may glance at the ingredients. I am finicky too. If it has too many ingredients, I won't cook it. My brother on the other hand. He is amazing. He will make fun stuff that tastes so good. Like Hot Weinies, just like the locals make. I need it to be simple, quick; what I have on hand. Mostly I have been a meat and potatoes girl. Lately, I have branched out. It began with ... View Post
- « Previous Page
- 1
- …
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- …
- 11
- Next Page »
