“My dove is hiding behind some rocks, behind an outcrop of the cliff. Call to me and let me hear your lovely voice and see your handsome face.” Song of Solomon 2:14 I wonder whether there are times, spiritually speaking, when the Bridegroom hides. My mother’s recent comment on my post “Embracing Emptiness,” reminded me of …
Embracing Emptiness
Yesterday, I decided to buy Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gifts. This decision was an act of desperation; one spurred by five days of post wedding blues. You know the kind, those uncomfortable times of silence and soul ache that occur after being surrounded by family and friends in a festive atmosphere. Yesterday, my mother mentioned how much our …
The God of my Own Design
I believe there are scriptural absolutes. I’m also quite certain that my perspective on those absolutes is skewed at times. Perhaps this is because I live in a politically correct world in which truth is strained through the sieve of human understanding until all of the uncomfortable chunks are removed and what’s left is more palatable. And …
Purposes of Non-Productivity
When did production become the touchstone of our worth? The concept of “being” as opposed to “doing” fascinates, and yet frustrates, me. As a person of faith, I believe that Jesus’s sacrifice for me enables acceptance apart from my performance. I also get the concept of moving beyond sitting back and doing nothing to actively …
The Infilling
I am captivated by the concept that heavenly treasure can reside in earthen vessels, imperfect people filled with the Spirit of God: “But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not from ourselves; we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; …
I’ve Met the Wind
Often the greatest opponents of change reside with us: fear of uncertainty, lack of self-confidence, or difficulty rising above life’s obstacles. Yet regardless of our human frailties. I believe each one of us has a destiny filled with purposes. Like the wind—unseen and yet felt. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
An Ache to Paint
Sunday evening before I drifted off to sleep, I had a scene from the movie, “The Notebook,” in my mind. In this scene, the main character, Allie, is sitting in the art studio that Noah, her lover, designed with her in mind. Joy radiates from her face as she holds a paintbrush to the canvas. …
Ruffled Feathers
A red-breasted robin builds her nest in a rusty metal light covering outside. I’ve perched my chair next to the sliding glass door so I can snap photos. Morning dew dances upon blankets of green grass and pine trees stretch their branches into the blue sky. My husband and I are on a hotel finding adventure …
Kingdoms of His Reign
When Jesus walked upon this earth, people tried to make Him their king. Yet, he eluded the crowds and touched the one: one woman who bled, one crippled man who longed to walk, one wayward disciple who denied his master. Jesus wasn’t impressed with earthly kingdoms then, and He isn’t now. He still searches for …
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