Making Manifest: Introduction by Dave Harrity

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Today’s the day we start our devotional journey through Making Manifest: On Faith, Creativity, and the Kingdom at Hand by Dave Harrity, and I’m all tingly with anticipation. I can’t wait to see what happens when a group of us intentionally take some time over the month to daily slow down, still ourselves, listen, and create a […]

40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 5 (scripture sunday)

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Jesus stopped and called them. “What do you want me to do for you?” he asked. “Lord,” they answered, “we want our sight.” Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him. ~Matthew 20:32-34 Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Celebrating the wonder of rest and reflecting on […]

hope, compassion and the son of god

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Kenya calls me, tugs at my heart. And that year, 2012, Compassion was leading a sponsor tour over my birthday. I could meet Nduta, our sponsored girl. Perfect timing in my eyes. In MY eyes. But compassion isn’t confined to Kenya. It hollows hearts in the most unlikely places, at the most unlikely times–when your […]

how do you make art?


I’m reading Emily Freeman’s book, A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live with The High Calling book club. Emily writes: Maybe you live confidently in the midst of scary situations. Maybe you are brave enough to listen, to wait, to trust. Maybe you see potential in situations and in people that […]

scripture sunday: upon a rock


He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock  making my footsteps firm. ~Psalm 40:2 (NASB) “Follow the Leader” is a set of sculptures found on the Sculpture Trail in Waterfront Park, Ludington, Michigan Still following, Sandy

still saturday: walking poetry


For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them. ~Ephesians 2:10 (NASB) God calls you his workmanship, his poiemia. What happens when God writes poetry? We do. We happen. We are walking poetry, the kind that moves, the kind who has hands and feet, the kind with […]