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Many of my friends have picked words to define their year. I choose three. Deep. See. Dive. They’re not new words. God’s been whispering them to me since at least September. But this year, I want them to color everything. In fact, I have a book burning deep inside. Deep See Diving. And I want to take you down with me. To see Him . . . → Read More: Diving into the New Year Sisters–one of my favorite relationships. What gifts. “When 75 percent of U.S. homes are using social networking (Nielsen), it’s no longer an option for Christians to be online in some capacity; it’s a responsibility. . . Online is where people are and online is where Christians need to be.” ~Scott Williams . . . → Read More: Reflections on @stickyJesus: Chapter 3 Hush. Be still and know. May you feel His whisper soft against your cheek in the silence. Christmas blessings. Going silent in this space for a few days. Honest. See you again on Thursday. Love and hugs . . . → Read More: Silent Night “The world changes, but my message doesn’t.” ~@stickyJesus I have connections. In high places. I need to remember that when I log on. Because Facebook and Twitter and other social media sites are all about connections. And those connections are all about the “human universal need for relationships” carried out in a digital community. Paul didn’t water down the sticky . . . → Read More: Reflections on @stickyJesus: Chapter 2 I’m a liar. I said it would be a quiet week. That I wouldn’t post much. But I’m a liar. And I have to confess. Get it off my chest. I’m a liar. And worse. I’m a liar mom. I perpetuated the Santa myth. I overspent and hid gifts and piled them under the tree after the kids went to sleep. I dipped the soles of . . . → Read More: I’m a Liar I wish you a Mary Christmas. Stunned by His reflection. Flattened at His feet. As you wait. And worship Heady with His fragrance. “Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. . . . → Read More: Flattened for a Mary Christmas It’s late. The house breathes silent. Waiting. The night inhales expectant. Breathless. Soft light turns black to gray, illuminates alabaster earth skin. Hushed. Green glows gold and blue and white. I strung the lights and hung the ornaments alone this year. Simple. On sale artificial tree. Just a few color-coordinated ornaments. The rest left in storage. Except for the red apple that has hung on every tree since our . . . → Read More: Slowing Down If you’re trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. But obstacles don’t have to stop you. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it. ~Michael Jordan I spotted this little critter . . . → Read More: Obstacles~In More Than 140 Characters Life slips past in a blur. We see through glass dimly. We might lose the path. Sometimes the journey is scary. Maybe we feel alone. We don’t know what’s over the next hill. But it only takes one call. And He’ll be there. “But I call . . . → Read More: Slip and Call Last Sunday we woke up to a winter wonderland. Cold. Blustery. Beautiful. Of course, I had to run outside and capture it. I shut the flash off on the little girl camera. And then I switched to auto and let the flash go off. I was unprepared . . . → Read More: Unexpected Beauty in the Light |
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