There is much turmoil still—unsettling thoughts as images of God’s chosen kneeling before evil swirl in my mind. Evil is almost always a vaporous, foreboding feeling, not a tangible reality for me. I have labeled things, actions, sometimes people as evil. I think I must generally ascribe it to the dark one that is prowling, … Continue reading Orange jumpsuits
I have a tattoo that reads, “talitha cumi.” My brother preached a sermon about Jairus’ daughter. The sermon spoke and I was enamored with the power of those words. As I began pursuing the story it continued to reveal the action of God. Evidence of love is always in the action. Words are so easy … Continue reading Talitha cumi
Half-heartedly I quietly entered Lent with a weak promise to stop eating desserts. I didn’t share it with anyone and on the first day when my husband bought me cupcakes for breakfast I guiltily gobbled them down. Defeated before the very first mealtime passed by. My smallness feels so very big so much of the … Continue reading Learning lent
Prayer is hard. For years I have tried to teach it to my children while learning myself. From my oldest daughter asking me to pray for the boy that will bring her ring to my youngest son asking me to pray for his spots. (His sensitive skin has given us all kinds of fun fits.) … Continue reading Teach us to pray
I heard a loud voice from the throne saying "Look at the dwelling place of God." He will dwell with them They will be His people, And He will be their God. ~ Ghost Ship, The Revelation of Jesus Christ After an impromptu 781 mile car trip we were met with excited greetings, an open … Continue reading A longing to dwell
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