They come. Irritating like grit under a contact lens. Like a dog hair embedded in the sole of my foot. Slivers of doubt. They creep in unannounced, uninvited, and unwanted. How could a loving God allow thousands of souls to be swept out to sea? What if life really is all an accident? What […]
Textures of Text: Stone Crossings–Baptism
Crows hang near the house today. Perch in the tree across the drive. When I see crows, I think of my baptism. My first one anyway. That just isn’t right. I walked several blocks to church when I was in nursing school. Not every week. And not many weeks. But enough weeks to build up […]
Fuel for the Weekend: Whisper His Name
The name of Jesus is the one lever that lifts the world. ~Author Unknown Early morning light bathed the bedroom. My husband kissed me goodbye, and I rolled over on my left side. I heard the door close and the lock turn. I went back to sleep. And woke with a start. I was not […]
Monday Meditation: Playing with Stones
Grace is uncommonly quiet. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t busy. I go in search of her and find her in the bathroom. She’s washing stones. With her toothbrush and my toothpaste. Water ripples green and blue and rose and yellow and orange from polished pebbles with names like carnelian and amethyst and quartz and […]
Friday Fuel for the Weekend: Hope
Hope Rises heavy under a misty veil i see dimly until startled by a cardinal on a naked branch and hope rises on scarlet wings. ~Sandra Heska King (2010) Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops . . . at all. […]
Textures of Text: Stone Crossings ~ Rising Above the Mess
I read it last summer. Straight through. And posted about the towla worm here. But there is more, so much more in this book by L.L. Barkat, author of God in the Yard, the book that I am slowly making my way through while I sit in my own yard. I pick Stone Crossings up […]
