when the bluebirds go awol
We hang the bluebird feeder from the geranium hook on the porch. Fill it with yummies–crumbled suet, freeze-dried-berry-flavored mealworms (I actually scoop them with my bare hand), a few softened raisins, and a handful of blueberries. I don’t know if they like blueberries–but they’re berries, and they’re blue, so surely they’d make a bluebird happy. The birds flock to the shrub by the birdbath, the shrubs under the window, the butterfly bush, sip a bit of water. But . . . I’m following up on last week’s post. Won’t you meet up with me over at BibleDude.net? I have blueberries... Still....
Still Saturday: Who’s Waiting?
So many times I whine that I’m “waiting on God,” but the truth is He is the one waiting on me. In our confession, surrender, and stillness God works a miracle: He turns our “waiting” into praise. What joy it must bring the Father when His children begin to understand that kind of love. Can you even imagine? ~Toni Birdsong Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details above, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to...
Still Saturday: No Hurry
“There is a particular weariness that rises in this space of waiting. But I don’t think it’s the waiting itself that is wearying me – I think it’s my resistance to the wait. I’m like a dog straining at the end of a lead, wearing the pads of my feet raw on the sidewalk as I desperately pull pull pull. The unnecessary effort chokes me. A firm, gentle voice rises just over the sound of my struggle. Stop, The Voice says. Breathe, The Voice whispers. Wait, The Voice implores, and I try to listen, and I discover a new space of stillness, a space where I can feel my own heart beating in my chest, a space where the burden is inexplicably light.” ~Shawn Smucker (Read his whole post, Rivers Know This: There is No Hurry, here.) Welcome to Still...
Reflections from a Waiting Room
Her name tag reads “Colleen.” She wears blue scrubs, and the embroidered patch on her shirt reads “Eye Surgery…Something.” She sits still, bent to the side a tad with right elbow leaning on the chair arm, palm on cheek. She’s crossed right knee over left and wears the tiniest white work shoes, maybe even size 4. She wraps her left arm around the big, red, soft leather purse in her lap. The only sign of movement is the constant twirling of long blond hair around right index finger. Stillness is a good quality for someone who works to improve sight. I wonder why she’s here. To get the last of her hepatitis B shots? To be tested for HIV after a needlestick? (Been there. Done that.) I’m over at BibleDude.net today with the rest of the...
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Wait for Hope
When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The “worst” is never the worst. ~Lamentations 3:28-30 (Message) Linking with my friend, Deidra, and community for some simple Sunday inspiration. Join us? Click below. ...
Puzzling the Pieces and Feeling Like Home
We’ve gone to the family room to Skype them in, the friends from the Netherlands. This technology, it’s new to my dad. My sister tries to describe the room we’re in. The sofa, she says, pulls out into a double bed. And the chairs recline. I’m surprised. They recline? Did they tell us that? They have no lever. I try one. It reclines. And I fall asleep during the conversation. They say they heard me snore all the way to the Netherlands. But I don’t believe them. Later when my dad and sister have left with the laptop, I sit and listen to the house sounds. The man in room seven is playing his guitar and singing. And then I hear guitar and flute together. Or is that a recorder? His sister must be visiting. I hear a door close and the hum...
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