Prayers Blog Posts
I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the voice to me is calling.
Share your creativity and watch it multiply, blessing others, inspiring them to access their own well of holy creativity waiting to be uncovered. Where does creativity come from?
My home blew up! There was a horrific explosion in Beirut that decimated a whole section of the city leaving people even more homeless, jobless, and hopeless than they were before the blast.
Each morning, I wake up in excruciating pain. I stumble to the tea kettle, turn it on, make myself a cup, and shuffle to my corner chair in the office nook where I sit with my back cushioned by a heating pad.
We brought home a new collection of chicks this spring to replace our older hens who had quit laying. This new menagerie is a funny looking eclectic bunch with goofy personalities to match their now awkward looking teenage selves.
I took this picture over a month ago. On seeing the eagerness of these hatchlings to have their voices heard, and after sharing this picture with my sisters, one of them suggested this title and idea for today’s blog post.
From the time I was in second grade till I left home for University in the U.S., we lived in the same house on the Arab Baptist Theological Seminary (ABTS) campus. Perched on the foothills over-looking the Mediterranean Sea, ABTS was an ideal backdrop for childhood adventures, and I certainly had many!
Do you remember those WWJD bracelets that church youth groups passed out during the late 80s and early 90s? Their intention was to serve as an ever-present prompt for the young people to use to self-exam during questionable or difficult situations.
Do you feel imprisoned? Are you locked up by grief and pain?Read the story of Job again and figure out which character you are?
Are you finding yourself with more spaces for contemplation during this season of isolation?