Today is September 25th, and I began a new prayer journal.
It’s a thick hardcover with gold-rimmed flowers on the front. Writing the first page felt like signing a contract because I’ll probably be dedicated to this one for two years, thanks to its size and small lines. Were there any themes I wanted? Special purposes or ways to use it? A fancy way to write the date? Now was the time to begin a new tradition! Continue reading “Little Flocks”
This spring has been thought-provoking.
Continue reading “April/May Credits”
This post will be as eclectic as some of my moving boxes, which let me assure you, are filled with many miscellaneous items you can’t throw away. I mean, you can’t just toss unused matches in the trash. Or college notes, or socks, even if you don’t know where the other pair is.
Continue reading “The 6-Mile Move”
Studying Nehemiah this past year with my church was breaking new ground for me. I honestly didn’t know how it ended. I avoided reading summaries to avoid spoilers and was carried along in the suspense. I kind of expected the book to conclude with the wall built and the choirs singing. Turns out, the wrap-up in the last few chapters is more of a sobering wakeup call for my own pattern of turning to “broken cisterns” instead of God.
Continue reading “Broken Cisterns”
“God, if you would work out these details, I could better serve You.”
Do you hear that? Basically, I’m saying, “Since I know how I can best honor You, please arrange the season, skills, time and opportunities so I can accomplish A, B, and C for your Kingdom because that is the best way I can do that. Surely You want to free me up to do all these THINGS for You.” Continue reading “Ponder Anew”
Easter weekend isn’t over yet and I already feel overflowing with thanks. The last few days involved much-needed lingering. Lingering over the Word on a pile of pillows, coffee in the sunshine, conversations in the kitchen, music and housework, calling people whose voices I miss, and learning about Passover traditions. Even the less Eastery things like wait-time at the DMV office, more waiting in a parking lot, and an extra block of driving because of construction all have given me plenty of time to ponder.
Continue reading “Notes on Resurrection Weekend”
I recently enjoyed the movie The Greatest Showman about the winsome P. T. Barnum. He certainly had the pizzazz to possess the “greatest showman” title.
Since Christmas I’ve been reading through the Gospels and noticed a much different title highlighted . . . and it didn’t have anything to do with singing or show lights.
Continue reading “The Greatest Man”