The pages of my Mother's writings were scattered throughout her room. The task seemed too daunting, struggling with the heavy emotions that choked my throat, as I tried to gather up the fragments of her life. She had gone to Heaven just days before, and I only had days in which to help my family … Continue reading Come, Sing It Again!
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A Garment of Praise
It was a heavy week of fatigue and pain, after a long summer of the same. Going out for two more tests, even though they were so minimal, felt like more than I could bear. The pain mounted on the day in between the two, and I thought I might never get up again. But … Continue reading A Garment of Praise
Every Breath Counts
The breath goes in and leaves again My soul is so aware In ways I've not felt when It was commonplace My days were commonplace I thought Moving here and going there Whenever I chose But the moments have stilled Inside alone stretching ahead Questioning my worth When time feels muffled And the question comes … Continue reading Every Breath Counts
Hiding In His With-ness
You are my hiding place, you always fill my heart with songs of deliverance. Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You.Psalm 32:7 NIV https://youtu.be/iukRJ9Wnr6A The song fills my heart as it echoes through my memories. Decades have passed since it first lodged there, rote words to speak aloud to the dark. But do … Continue reading Hiding In His With-ness
Bearing the Cross
Throughout this spring and summer of pausing and waiting, several books have been such a help to me. I hope to share more about one of those books later this week, as I give a special review post for my friend, Cheryl Smith. But another one of those books was written by a woman who … Continue reading Bearing the Cross
Holy Ground, Holy Fear
Into these days of multiplied fear, and into my own days of multiplied pausing, I heard God whispering to my fearful heart to learn more about a proper fear: The Fear of God ~~~ The Holiness of God He provided redemption for his people; he ordained his covenant forever—holy and awesome is his name. The … Continue reading Holy Ground, Holy Fear
A Remnant of Weeds
"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered." --Ralph Waldo Emerson Four years ago this spring, I had just tipped my feet into the waters of blogging. I had just begun to accept this journey with chronic illness, and I was just starting down the road of letting my garden … Continue reading A Remnant of Weeds
All Things Are Being Made New
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let the one who hears say, “Come!” Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life.Revelation 22:17 NIV Release Open your hands here And unclench the fist See What's covered Held inside too long. … Continue reading All Things Are Being Made New
He is Always on Time
my crown-of-thorns plant "Thorns" I see the thorn-bush set in my path And I ponder the way ahead Can I make my way cleanly around Or must I offer my arms to be torn in the passing? I look for tools to cut away the brambles And I find them waiting for my use Can … Continue reading He is Always on Time
Touch: When God Steps In
As I have been reading Michele Cushatt's latest book, Relentless, a question arose this week that left my heart uncovered and bare: Where have you seen the touch of God, this incarnate God coming to earth, through the touch of others in your life through the years? A poem was stirred as I remembered ... … Continue reading Touch: When God Steps In
