“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 […]
still saturday: poetry begins you
Let’s be clear: poetry begins you, though you might not know or feel it. You’re alive in a world God made from words. And God’s words have made you alive, and are making you more and more so. ~Dave Harrity in Making Manifest, “space and silence,” p. 25 Maybe it’s our job to incline our […]
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 […]
still saturday: calm and quiet
Be still and know. ~Psalm 46:10 I have calmed and quieted myself. ~Psalm 131:2 In quietness and trust is your strength. ~Isaiah 30:15 Stilled and singing these words from Hillsong, Sandy Please #PrayForDavid as… he preaches tomorrow sees a specialist on Tuesday undergoes surgery on Thursday Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause […]
a sacred pause: a prayer experience
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 […]
how clutter makes us fat, and how to slow down to see
I went in search of the sound of scratching. I found it coming from behind the door of no admittance. From the room that used to be my sister-in-law’s bedroom until this house was moved across the field in the ’60s and the room was halved to accommodate a stairway to a full basement. […]
In the Tiptoe Moments
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to the southeast, and a sparrow lands on a bare branch just outside my window. I peel back the Target-bought shabby chic quilt, the white one striped with pink roses, and slide from between crisp white sheets, careful to not […]
Still Saturday: Catching Quiet
It is a hard art to learn, catching quiet by palms raised cupped in air shifting location here and there like trying to guess the pattern of falling leaves, and hoping to feel the soft descent of moments when silence slips between sounds. ~Enuma Okoro from “Passing Ordinary Time” as found in At the Still […]
Still Saturday: Coming Apart
Coming apart for a couple of days so we don’t come apart. Seeking a bit of peace so we don’t fall to pieces. Because sometimes we have to hide to find. Spending a handful of days to reap a heartful of Him. Praying you find a few quiet moments today to hear His heart whispers, […]
And the Beat Goes On
We sit in a parking lot near the lumber yard while the car shakes with my sobs. “Are you going to be okay?” he asks. “Do you want to go home?” Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so sensitive. I wish I could separate God pleasing from people pleasing. I wish I didn’t feel another’s pain, […]
