When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said,
“I am the light of the world.
Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness,
but will have the light of life.” ~John 8:12 (NIV)
. . . → Read More: Scripture Sunday: Light of Life
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When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, . . . → Read More: Scripture Sunday: Light of Life
Be. Just. Be. Taking some quiet moments to breathe and see and sense His presence. Join me? Get the details at the Still Saturday tab above. Link up a photo, and let’s be still together. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list… (Still trying to figure . . . → Read More: Still Saturday
I flip through the pages of Time Magazine until she breezes into the waiting room to invite me back. “How are you today?” Her eyes sparkle, and the corners crinkle. I flash a big smile. “Fine. Just fine!” I climb up into the chair, and she pins the bib around my neck. She flips on the reflector light, . . . → Read More: Five Minute Friday: The Reality of Grief
Be still and know I AM. Know I AM and be still. Reposting this from the archives because my words have been stilled this week. ********** But now thoughts travel. I remember silence across miles. A bench seat center. Knee to . . . → Read More: Love and Stillness
And these God-chosen lives all around— ~Psalm 16:3 (Message) . . . → Read More: Scripture Sunday: Friends
Be. Still. Know. I Am. God. ~Psalm 46:10 Taking a break from words on Saturdays. Just to be still and know. I’d love for you to join me. Just link to a photo in a comment below that caused to you breathe deeply or gasp . . . → Read More: Still Saturday (Reposting this from October because it just seems fitting today.) Lyla Lindquist is celebrating, too. Be sure to join the party at her place. And we’re celebrating with Jennifer over at Getting Down with Jesus.
SUNRISE by Megan Willome It’s disgraceful All this color Splattered Pink flung . . . → Read More: Time Out to Celebrate Megan
I planned to skip today. I mean, celebrating my birthday with the one who gave me birth being gone now two days shy of only two months just seemed–well, too hard. I even stripped my birthdate off my Facebook profile so it could pass quietly. I tried to share my feelings with one family member–perhaps not very . . . → Read More: Because it’s My Birthday: Horseshoe Lake (revisited)
Have you met my friend, Lyla? “I do my thinking in the bleachers and my writing in the living room with balls flying, bats or clubs swinging and ESPN on in the background. When Spongebob comes on, I get nothing done.” She writes, she says, because there are words. And because she doesn’t know how not . . . → Read More: Textures of Text: A Different Story |
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