My breath is taken away by the beauty of my Lord's earth. The way the sun can swiftly break through on a foggy, gray day. Or the way the ice crackles and shifts after a January thawing. And my heart, that felt so hard only moments ago, is just as swiftly thawed into a tenderness … Continue reading Breath of God
Author: Bettie G
Jesus follower, Wife, Mom, and Grandma, journeying through chronic illness one day at a time
Poetry and the Stillness of LIfe
I awoke early this morning, waiting for the new arrival of our youngest Grandbaby, and my heart was filled with so many emotions. Too full for expression evenSo I looked over at Ronovan Hester's site to see if he had posted the prompts for this week for his poetry challenge issued at #RonovanWrites, where the charge is … Continue reading Poetry and the Stillness of LIfe
The Stillness of Poetry, Part 2
"Be Thou my Sun, my selfishness destroy,Thy atmosphere of Love be all my joy;Thy Presence be my sunshine ever bright,My soul the little mote that lives but in Thy light."--Gerhard TersteegenOn such a day as this, with our Land facing such inner turmoil, my own heart is choosing to look up,to remain in that place ofStillness … Continue reading The Stillness of Poetry, Part 2
The Holiness of Grace
Some days breakfast with your devotions is a great idea. Other days, not so much. Especially if the devotions you are reading are on your tablet, and the phone rings, and your oatmeal . . . well, you get the picture. Thankfully my keyboard has dried out enough that only a couple keys still remain … Continue reading The Holiness of Grace
The Stillness of Poetry
"Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,it is not night if thou be near:O may no earth-born cloud ariseto hide thee from thy servant's eyes."--John Keble What is it about poetry that causes my mind to stop its whirling spinning and to hear with my heart? In the same way that music goes to a deeper … Continue reading The Stillness of Poetry
Stillness
I sat on the bridgestill as a stoneAnd watched the fishdarting and dashingunder the rocksand into the shadows. And my heart felt as one knew the quiverthat a stirring in the watercould bring. Two and a half years ago, when my man and I walked to that bridge, I did not realize that I had already begun this … Continue reading Stillness
Indigo
It should be no surprise that I've decorated for Christmas using the color Blue.My rooms are full of blueyear longand every season.But this year, Blue,INDIGO,has taken on a deeper meaning,as I've looked at the Shepherds,and felt the night watcheslike never before. Are you a blue person? I think there are some of us who choosethe … Continue reading Indigo
Hands
There it was again, that old familiar wake-up call: a wave of nausea followed by a jolt of pain and then the rush of anxiety. This journey through RA/Fibromyalgia has left me well acquainted with the Night Watches of Anxiety. But this time, a word followed closely on the heels of the normal rush: HANDS, … Continue reading Hands
Stillness
The Stillness of the first Snow ushers in the Pause,The Pause of Advent, When waiting hovers all aroundAnd Mystery calls out to me. Yesterday I read the words of Bonnie Gray, The Faith Barista, again, and remembered my first weeks as a blogger, when she began her #OneWordLent series. Only now, the months have passed, and she invited us … Continue reading Stillness
A Lasting Inheritance
Today would have been my Father's 95th Birthday.Already, he's been gone to Heaven for 20 years,and my Mother joined him there 7 years ago.There are days still, when it feels like I could pick up the phoneand hear their voiceschecking in on my day, and my home here.But their HOME has become so much … Continue reading A Lasting Inheritance
