End of two very long days. Alarm clock blaring at 4 a.m.. Sun setting hours and hours before David and I rumbled into our townhouse's garage. Middle school girls' basketball game supervision after school. High school preview night. Dinners on the go. There's not much left of me except dirty dish still to wash and... Continue Reading →
The Circle of His Love
Father God, I read Your Word, specifically Your Psalms, and I hear the call to come up higher, come cuddle in Your lap, come rejoice with You. Today . . . today . . . I give thanks. You have not left me to the enemies of my soul - depression, fear, anger, worry -... Continue Reading →
Snowflakes on Saturday
My orange tabby is curled up on the fleece throw wrapped around my lap, as I cuddle on a chair at the kitchen table - Bible, Hazelnut Chai and computer set before me. It's been one of those mornings that has been wiled away by many things I didn't plan on doing - checking email,... Continue Reading →
Broken Hallelujahs
Broken hallelujahs escape my lips. My husband, who has barely slept in days, looked at me this morning and asked, "If God chooses not to provide for the Senegal mission trip any other way, then are you okay if we aren't reimbursed for the personal money we have already invested?" As my heart answered "not... Continue Reading →
When it’s a challenge
I'm brushing my teeth and stewing in discontent and frustration. Blemishes from too much chocolate and too much stress pockmark my reflection. Harsher blemishes from sarcasm and the three-ring circus we call "middle school" pockmark my soul. In the midst of my grumbling scrubbing, a still, small whisper breaks through my revere. "What about giving thanks? What... Continue Reading →
Eucharisteo. Table of Thanksgiving.
A fat baby waves its arms in protest as it is handed from young mother to doting friend. Padded winter gear in pastel tones engulf the chubby cheeks, neck, belly, and legs. The frigid Denver temperatures only accentuate the festive mood inside the warm church's annual holiday season gift sale. The new mother continues to... Continue Reading →
