To sink down. To be depressed. That’s one way the BLB describes worship. Men and women prostrate on their faces when the holy presses in. Worship is God’s thumb on the heart. Deflating self. Elevating spirit. Worship is breathless in the face of breath. In all the wild and wonder. In all the chaos and confusion. […]
Of Blooms and Bunnies
How many seeds are in the sacrifice? How many births from a single head? Life comes through death, and there is beauty in the dying. While one life fades, another blooms in a never-ending cycle. And we welcome a new member of the family–White Rose the lionhead. Rosie for short.
