It’s harder to be a light within these walls where my real is often not so happy than it is to point people to Jesus in a place of “real” work.
Hesuchazo
soul stress :: mountains of regret currents of new endeavors four buckets of rest :: hesuchazo Inspired by chapter 23, “‘A New Ambition.” 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 […]
choose
choose :: torn between stories trace a rainbow through the rain journey paved by faith :: life Inspired by chapter 19, “Torn.” 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 Spiritual Whitespace […]
Sharing Your Faith When You Work at Home
It was one of those open-and-shut cases. The cancer sprawled through the belly. The surgeon had searched the cavity deep and wide and found no hope. He shook his head, took a few biopsies, and began the close. I’d dabbed the patient’s tears from the corners of her eyes and held her hand as […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 28
My son helps educate children. He helps heal the sick. He helps run major companies. He helps ease transitions and changes. Yet he’s not a teacher, a doctor, a CEO, or a counselor. He’s an operations manager for a local . . . Continued over at The High Calling where they’re featuring this post as […]
scripture sunday: rest your faith
My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, so that your faith might not rest on human wisdom, but on God’s power. ~1 Corinthians 2:4-5 (NIV) Still resting, Sandy
book review: when mockingbirds sing by billy coffey
In those long days between the town’s death and its rebirth, everyone had a story of how the magic came to Leah Norcross. Whether that magic was divine or deviltry, real or imagined, hinged upon the teller. And though many declared they had trusted all along, the fact was that in the beginning no […]
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 […]
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 […]
