With an eye towards my front door and the open bag of fruity, chewy, sour candy sitting nearby, I am scraping the last remnants of soy peanut butter fudge ice cream out of the corners of my dish and pondering seconds. It has been a "seconds" type of day. And, not to mention, I am very... Continue Reading →
LIVE
Father God, In You, we are all complete and find our victory, hope, and salvation in Your Love (Colossians 2). As a daughter of the King, I am not lacking in anything. Oh, may I abide in that rest and peace today! Last night, I finally broke down, realizing that I can't carry my burden... Continue Reading →
A feast of fall
I wish that I could say that I baked, cooked and created this weekend out of a sheer love of all things homey and productive. Ah, that would be a nice reality, if only it weren't just a dream. Truth be told, I completed several culinary projects due to the fact that the food in my... Continue Reading →
Marriage and muffins
The fragrance of cinnamon, cloves, pumpkin, pecans and coffee wraps its tendrils of aromatic allure around my kitchen this morning. Sunday morning may be my favorite time of the week . . . all is calm, all is at peace. It is as though my little world inhales a giant breath on Saturday, and then slowly exhales on Sunday.... Continue Reading →
The Patchwork of Dawn
This is a poem that the Lord gave me last year, as I found Him again during a time of emotional healing. More to follow on that story later, but for now . . . Morning unfurls her tendrils at Your command. Wind ruffles tinkling birch leaves at Your beck and call. Laughing. Dancing. Rejoicing.... Continue Reading →
Tasting the storm
Dear Father God, I once remember a pastor saying that when you realize that you have lost your faith, go back to the last place that you remember standing steadfastly. Look around and evaluate where on the treacherous journey you took your eyes off Jesus and instead honed in on the billowing waves and crashing... Continue Reading →
Lessons I’m learning about lattes, life, and love
Friday morning dawned bright and chilly in Denver, Colorado, today. Somehow, I managed in an uncharacteristic move to shut off my alarm and over sleep 45 minutes this morning. My down comforter formed such a warm cocoon . . . Ah, well, such is the excuse of every tired teacher about this time of year. In... Continue Reading →
When emptiness resonates
Instead of being outstretched in worship during chapel, I found my arms wrapped around my body and the empty feelings resonating inside my core again. Empty, so empty.Tears coursed down my cheeks, as a fellow teacher moved over to embrace me. She held my hand in an acknowledgement of shared pain. "You're not in a... Continue Reading →
It’s the little things
Have you ever stopped to consider that it is the little things throughout the day that often have the ability to add the extra whipped cream on top of an already fabulous ice cream sundae or throw a wet blanket on an already rainy parade? Seemingly insignificant irritations and hurts that tend to pile up.... Continue Reading →
Salted caramel. Yes, please.
Sun streams in through my open classroom blinds, leaving patterns of shadow across my students' busily working profiles. A sweet feeling of God's presence envelopes me, as I survey my 7th graders' sleepy faces. It is first period after all, and I barely have to worry about my classroom management skills with this group. Their yearnings for... Continue Reading →
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