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The Antidote to Me, Myself, and I
“The fear of the Lord is instruction in wisdom, and humility comes before honor.” – Proverbs 15:33 The fear of the Lord. This phrase used to confuse and frighten me, but now it feels more like a grounding reassurance, a safety and security, a binding to God in love. How …
In the Weary Waiting
“So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up.” – Galatians 6:9 Tired. If “busy” was the word of the last decade, “tired” may be the most apt this first year into …
Feast
Sometimes, but also so many times I lose sight of the Altar and the altars I’ve built as He’s altered my life and I’ll beg and I’ll plead at an abundant table, beseeching Him not to forget me as He patiently refills my cup with living water. And He reminds …
Listening.
I keep waiting to post this; to try get my words right, to try and make sure I’m not making it worse. We all watched church together as a family this past Sunday morning; I wanted my children to hear how our community of faith would address the events of …
Church hurt and carry-on bags.
I sat across the table from a man who had walked in the faith more years than I’d been alive. I told him something to the effect of “I just don’t want to bring my church baggage to the table in the ministry settings I’m in; I only want to …
Honey In The Rock
Yesterday when I was picking glass fragments out my hair, I kept thinking that despite appearances, I’m glad the current home project my husband is working on is happening now. This unique season, “these unprecedented times” as every email header puts it these days, they force a perspective that dampers …
Ordinary Time
You ever feel like you’re just marking time? I don’t know if it’s being cooped up with a cold or if it’s Februaryitis, but it feels that way sometimes. My “on this day” photos always show me at Longwood Gardens on some variation of this date for the past decade, …
The Alternative.
A few years ago, I sat under the blazing Florida sun, delicately dancing around the trip wires laced across our complicated lives. I had one 24-hour window where I knew I was guaranteed his sobriety in the wake of another hospital stay, where I knew I had no guarantee he …
Copacetic.
Writing every day has been good. There’s a lot that I couldn’t post because it was just too dark; it was true, and I hope it will serve those who are going through that awful maze themselves someday, but it’s probably better off written as a book instead. I think …
Normal.
I’m doing something normal today. I’m going to buy two tickets to the new Star Wars so I can see it with my hubby next month. I’m also hanging up four pictures in what I call the “fern room” (it’s just my living room, but in my mind, it’s Longwood …