A small, worn travel suitcase with the silver strings of a vintage purse draped over the side appeared in my dream as if a photo shoot. The image captivated me—camera shot hugged up close and angled towards a vanishing point. I rolled over in the dark and groggily sketched a crude reproduction onto journal pages. …
A Glorious Burden
And He placed a mantle upon her shoulders, the weight of which she doubted endurable…a glorious burden she was entrusted to share. Often the life of faith flows freely, for those of us determined to follow God’s Spirit. Like a symphony, each one of us discovers his or her desires and talents created in us, …
Moment-by-Moment Magic
Living a spiritual life can be a moment-by-moment magical experience. One never knows when God’s Spirit will reveal a priceless treasure eyes do not see until the veil of rushing lifts. An uncurled rose, a baby’s toes, a covey of quail feasting. Sometimes this magic appears as whispers ears hear while eyes seal with sleep: …
Imagine
Imagine… a chair in a grassy field where you sit…all alone, mind connecting with Creator, perspective peeling away confusion Imagine… a morning plumb with hush sunlight streaming through blossoming roses, desires to live deliberately swelling inside, prayers seeping though pen onto paper Imagine… a morning fills with unrushed moments when listening permeates your being, what …
Contentment
Have you ever longed for something or someone for a very long time? Perhaps the object of your desire was a new job where you could shine or friends with whom your heart-felt safe. Maybe your searching led you to a new home, a new art form, or an adopted daughter. Whatever the “found,” you …
Return to What you Love
A hurried lifestyle often hurls me off the path of creativity. During these times of hustle and bustle, dew-kissed roses in my garden bloom alone; I forget to take my usual strolls to admire their beauty and breathe in their succulent scent. Then I wonder why the soul dries and the songbird’s trill turns to …
Silence
“It doesn’t matter if anyone else understands. You do, and that’s all that matters to me.” The words stir my mind; a mind transfixed on silence. Only the refrigerator’s hum fills the still as I’m thinking… What would it be like if I were alone, every evening, in an endless string of solitudes? Silence, the womb …
“Lord, help me to endure my blessings.”
A tiny refrigerator magnet reminds me to be thankful when coffers of heart and home bulge with abundance. The words etched into the middle read, “Lord, help me to endure my blessings.” My mother gave me this magnet as a gift during a particularly busy time of my life. Now the words comfort me as …
Follow, Create, Love Completely
God’s Spirit cannot be controlled nor marketed, like so much of life is these days. A wild, snapping wind, this unseen power defies human will, sliding through grasping fingers and roaming freely. The best we, who profess to believe, can do is to try to follow, create, and love completely. We attempt to follow the …
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