In 1Kings 19:11-13, the prophet, Elijah, discovers that God’s majesty comes in an unexpected way. Today, I’m grateful for God’s gentle whispers in the midst of life interrupted.
The Pensive Life
I used to be a high-powered extrovert—ministry wife, public speaker, crowd lover. Then my life drastically changed—divorcee, single parent, college student. The pursuit of popularity diminished in importance as my pensive life blossomed with new beginnings. Now, instead of returning home to 30 voice messages, I sit down and chat with my husband. Instead of …
The Extraction
When shards of life slice through our souls and lodge in our hearts, character flaws form and fester around these painful experiences: We find ourselves overcompensating with ambition for injuries to self-esteem suffered in childhood.We grow suspicious and cynical because of abandonment suffered from disloyal relationships.Negative experiences with churches, employers, or organizations sully our trust …
Paint by Ruler
Because I've struggled with a fear of color, I thought there might be others who would enjoy my daughter's recent post, "Paint by Ruler." Elya is an acrylic artist who jumps right in when it comes to color experimentation. So, enjoy her post and try a project of your own: "Last week, I did an …
The Loss of Innocence
“I want to write poetry that heals the soul.” Last night, my daughter, Elya, expressed this desire after she read her poem, “The Loss of Innocence,” to me. She is exploring the idea that self-forgiveness breaks the cycle of shame that perpetuates addiction and abuse. Her desire is for those who have suffered from abuse …
The In-between Place
There is this in-between place that exits between our humanity and God's grace.
Passages
Have you ever waited for the most amazing gift? I have…the birth of my son, Josiah. This photo flashed through my dream right before I awoke this morning. My heart leapt and I remembered, it’s Josiah’s birthday today.Then I whispered, “Happy birthday son!” READ THE ENTIRE POST...
The Gift
There is a moment of expectation that precedes creation of something new. Our spirit quickens when the gift arrives but also fears the unknown. Perhaps some new art project we’d like to tryMaybe a class that tugs on our heartA new friendship we’d prayed for and yet hesitate to pursue Sure, we can extend the …
Obsession
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