Gathering Again
Thanksgiving is here. We’ve spent this last year isolated and apart from family. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to re-gather.
Silence
Often, I read first thing in the morning from an old-fashioned meditation book by Oswald Chambers called Utmost for His Highest. Usually, I’m on my second cup of tea, after I’ve sat in silence for awhile.
Bloom Anyway!
I was sitting at my writing desk distracted by the wind whipping the tree branches first one way, then the other, loosening the browning leaves from their seasonal precarious hold. Like the omen of an approaching hurricane, Fall has been late this year, giving us only whiffs of cool breaths interspersed with the still prevailing warm gusts of Texas.
Peace Like a River
I called my dear friend this morning and asked her to sing for me the old hymn, It is Well with my Soul. I needed to hear the message of these words as well as her gentle voice singing it to me.
Put on Your Super Hero Cape!
This is the first year I’m not sewing any Halloween costumes. Sadly, my grand babies are all grown up and don’t need them anymore.
When I Have No Words
I’m a collector of words. A turn of a phrase, a grouping of words, a well-crafted story . . . they speak to me. Yet, sometimes, I’m so distracted I can’t find my words. My prayers are but groans. I have to be reminded or invited to drink from the well that never runs dry (John 4: 13-14).