Prayer

whitespace garden

  prayer :: a taste of honey walking naked with no words kissed in the garden :: home Inspired by chapter 15, “Alone with You.” Leaving some whitespace here this month as I rest with Bonnie. I’m reading and writing on a chapter a day. In the stillness, Sandy This post is part of the “Finding […]

still saturday: how to hear the voice that matters

prayer my beloved

Many voices ask for our attention. There is a voice that says, “Prove that you are a good person.” Another voice says, “You’d better be ashamed of yourself.” There also is a voice that says, “Nobody really cares about you,” and one that says, “Be sure to become successful, popular, and powerful.” But underneath all […]

how we love

Lillee bubbles

  Lillee bounces down the aisle and slides into the pew like she comes to this church with us every week. She pulls a hymn book out of the rack. When time comes for the children’s sermon, she beats everyone to the platform steps and takes a seat next to Miss Jeannie, then stands up […]

when you have no idea where you are going

Boardwalk in the Porcupines

  It’s been one of those weeks. You’ve had them, right? Times of hard decision-making and what-ifs that lead to more waiting and second-guessing and flip-flopped fear and trust, and you just want a final decision to be made and hope you can live with it. Except each step on the journey brings more decisions […]

when God smokes

fire and smoke

I’ve started a new book. Well, I haven’t exactly started to actually read it yet. Like starting at page one. I’ve been thumbing through it to decide if I really want to read a book with such a scandalous title as The God Who Smokes written by someone named Timothy Stoner. Honestly, my first thought […]

in the waiting room of unanswered prayer

unanswered prayer

  The hurt’s so heavy, but the waiting room’s so full. There’s not a chair in sight. So many needs. And so you slide down the wall to the floor, and hug your chin to your knees, and the nurse calls another, and someone else takes their seat. It happens over and over, and you […]

still saturday: heaven quiets

heaven quiets

“And maybe, just maybe, the deepest experience of prayer begins to happen when we, too, learn to be silent. To stop. To pay attention. To offer just one word, or two, to sit in the presence of God, in the anteroom of heaven itself and become prayer. Our very selves, offered on the altar, and then flung […]

a sacred pause: a prayer experience

prayer 3

I climb up the back steps, push open the door, walk past the library on my right, past the sanctuary on my left, through the parlor lit only by stained glass windows. The chapel, on the right, is set up. Nobody else is here. I’ve come to complete an assignment, a challenge to check off […]

at the threshold of the new

bridge

  Close. Today I close the door on this year. A year in which the world still turns because Your timing turns on a different calendar. As I stand at the threshold of the new, God, give me eyes to see the beauty all around me. And the pain. Give me ears to hear the […]