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 …
Purse Strings of Trust
What if trust was like purse strings one could loosen until the leathery pouch of belief lay open to receive divine-gold coins? What if those gold coins clinked as they landed on the inside, the velvety vulnerability we humans call the heart? And in the clinking, we could absorb confidence in a Creator who cares …
The Dance of Depression
I’ve heard it said that depression is anger turned inwards, but I wonder whether depression often blankets my soul when change is in the air. Perhaps I’m out of sync with my Savior and the darkness of mind is an indication that I need to listen more intently. Maybe my path needs to alter and …
Surrender: Bird of Paradise
Yesterday, I awoke with the desire to create. What a magical moment it was when the muse returned. You see, lately I’ve struggled with finding a place for my personality. I’m certain a contributing factor was the abrupt ending of my career as a classroom teacher. In June, I applied for and was hired as …
The Making of “A Mermaid in the Making”
Here’s a DIY post to demonstrate how I created the mixed media piece, “A Mermaid in the Making.” I began with the backing of a frame I had from a picture frame that wasn’t of any use. The paper is from “The Once Upon a Time Stack” by DCWV. I printed my poem onto the …
A Mermaid in the Making
“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 …
Give me the Gift of Time
Recently, my brother-in-law and I shared our birthdays during the set up for my stepson and his fiancé’s wedding. Jason and Laura bought us a luscious chocolate cake, and everyone gathered around to sing “Happy birthday to you.” My husband, children, and family were so concerned that my birthday received its due in the midst of …
Ambition: Slaying the Swine of Willfulness
Ambition struggles with restraints like a squealing pig strapped to the altar of reality. We’re just not that important in ways we want to be and extremely so in ways we never dreamed we’d be. So we regularly have to slay our dreams of grandeur so we can live a life pleasing to our Creator. Recently, …
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