“And you, who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him” https://bible.com/bible/59/col.1.21-22.ESV Wow. … Continue reading
I was standing by the back door and looking at a tree. Specifically: at a little branch, with spring buds, in the gentle sunlight. My heart ached with the beauty of what I was seeing, and I felt: I’d love to share this beauty with people online, but I know I can’t. I can take a picture and share that (and for what it’s worth, here it is) but the picture won’t do it justice. Even if I edit it on Snapseed or whatever – it still won’t really show the beauty that I saw.
And words can’t do it either, even though I’m good with words.
And I thought: it’s a bit like Continue reading
If you hang out on social media for any length of time, you’ll come across a variation on this supposedly simple rule. And I’d love to be able to say yeah, sure, it’s simple, why can’t people… but I know … Continue reading
various moments today when I cringed as I saw myself in the mirror – and I don’t mean physically: I mean seeing glimpses of the ugliness in my heart… hearing myself speak about other people in a voice full of … Continue reading
I got up this morning and decided to do something I hadn’t done in ages – a less hurried way of doing breakfast, starting my day in a more leisurely way after a busy week, allowing myself the luxury of … Continue reading
A few days ago I got into a conversation with someone online about my faith – so far, so normal for me :) – and this person accused me of being a willing slave to God. Yes, I am, I … Continue reading
Last night I wrote about not feeling ok but being ok with that. I was overwhelmed by the grace I’d received from God and from my pastor during the week, and with knowing how underserved it is. Knowing I’m a … Continue reading
a good friend asked. she could see that I wasn’t ok, as a good friend can when they look at your face and see you’re close to tears. is there anything I can do, she asked. I said no, not … Continue reading
My mother once told me about her frustrating attempts to teach my brother not to touch the electric socket when he was a small inquisitive boy. She even tried play acting – pretending to touch it herself and make dramatic … Continue reading