We just tore down the church Christmas decorations. My lobby is back to its nice, tidy simplified self, and I am a happy camper. I love to see the beautiful décor during the season, but I begin to feel cluttered and claustrophobic before it all comes down. I guess I will have to admit life …
This!!! Thank you for sharing.
The alarm buzzing in the background awakens me from my sleepy state. My mind is awake but my body hesitates to respond. I have found refuge in the layers of warmth and protection surrounding me.
Why can’t I stay here?
The darkness and chill of winter keeps me from embracing it’s unwelcome return. But Fear holds no power in the darkness of my cocoon.
The stillness pervasive in this space transforms my bed coverings into a sanctuary. Within it, I listen. I ponder. I plea.
Why can’t I stay here?
Slowly, my senses awaken. I begin to break out of this place of metamorphisis. Eight plus hours of renewal at the hands of my Creator have given birth to a new purpose: Today.
The first thick layer is removed. The chill of the air stings my face and penetrates the thin threads of my sheet; a slight breeze brushing across…
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While I was busy managing life all around me, the life inside of me was just laying on some couch, eating Doritos, staring aimlessly at the show I was living on the outside.
Amen!! Love the meat in this.
This week as we started our study in Jeremiah, we see that God has a specific call on each of our lives. He has given each of us a job to do to build the church up. There is no excuse that we can come up with He has already taken care of. He will provide us with what we need. Daily we need to check our lives for hidden sin and idols. When we find them we need to root it out and destroy its place in our hearts where it has been placed before God. We don’t have to live in fear of others because God is with us and will deliver us from them. It may seem that we have been destroyed but through His Word, fellowship with other Christians and listening to worship music we are rebuilt. Our testimony will plant seeds in others. No matter…
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Hope is that last thread by which we dangle over the pit of uncertainty. Hope sees you through to tomorrow. Hope lifts the falling spirit of a broken soul. Hope rescued me.
The years pass like a speeding money train on route to an important destination. If I blink, I may miss it. I can stay parked on the couch pouting, frustrated and invite Stress to linger. On the other hand, with confidence and faith, I can respectfully decline the invite to mope-ville, and prepare for the days ahead.
I knew this time was coming, I have written about it for a couple years now. As a mother who was so deeply involved there has been grief for losing the woman and mother I was once.
These topics are ugly, I know it, you know it, and we as a community know it. Not our children, we cry. Not the innocent beautiful children.
WE begin to be the change the world needs. WE begin to be the voice of love, compassion, decency, responsibility, and dedication. WE choose to rise above and be a hero- probably not on a world stage, but right there where you stand!
I feel the rise of the uneasy, an internal fires flames seeking air. The tingling of His presence, up my spine and through my hair,