The great day balances upon the leaves; My ears still hear the bird when all is still; My soul is still my soul, and still the Son, And knowing this, I am not yet undone. ~Theodore Roethke in Infirmity Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, […]
after may never come
She wrapped a towel around my neck and velcro’d the black cape around my shoulders. “Do you know what you want today?” I shrug. “Nope.” I never do. I just want her to fix me. And zap the gray. “Good. Because I’ve got something new. I’ve been dying to try this color on you.” […]
time to stand and stare
It’s the morning after the morning we remembered the mourning and celebrated the Morning. D has risen early again, because it’s Monday and time to move into a new week of busyness as usual. I want to burrow down under white down, but there’s a light that shines in the dark, and I hear him […]
scripture sunday: he is risen!
He is not here, for he has risen, just as He said. ~Matthew 28:6a (NASB) ********** And Jesus came up and spoke to them, saying, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son […]
still saturday: finished
Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the […]
five minute friday: shattered
She threw the plate down on the carpet. Or maybe she dropped it. Either way, it shattered everywhere, even into the next two rooms. We stood in a sea of shards. With bare feet. She tried to run away, but I scooped her up in my arms. And then I woke up. This is […]
God on his knees
I spoke once, maybe twice that day. Poured myself out, and what energy remained leaked through the cold metal of the folding chair and pooled on the floor. I sat towards the back of the room, and I wanted to engage with the next speaker, to let her words seep deep. But my head […]
in which i stretch out my palms
I stretch out on the blue carpet in front of the family room fireplace, palms up. And I beg God to let me feel the pain, to identify with what Jesus experienced as spikes seared his flesh. But as I wait in the stillness, I sense these words. “It is finished. Done. Over. Paid for […]
beth moore and why i can’t not blog
We’re done with this book, and I’m glad. Though I’m also glad I read it. I think. It was hard and uncomfortable. It’s made me question my faith and my following. Basically, I understand Platt to say that if I’m not making disciples, I “may not actually be a Christian, for these features are […]
scripture sunday: fools and foolish hearts
For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools. ~Romans 1:21:22 (NIV) Stilled and thankful, Sandy
