If today you hear his voice…
We will bloom again.
The root of humility is “humus,” meaning “earth” as in “soil.” With dry eyes this morning, while reading Scripture, I was thinking in a negative light about someone, and I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. “Could this be God’s tear?” I wondered. His sadness enlightened me to a lack of humility in thatContinue reading “The Soil of Humility”
Holly trees, pushing red berries, beckon squirrels to breakfast. Chirping cardinals on this cloudy morn. Deciduous trees beginning to bare hidden branches. Life cycling in and out. Here I sit in the middle of it all. Christ is mystery… And lovely! Squirrels busily bending branches to fill their bellies. I marvel at survival’s bursting energy.Continue reading “Pondering Life this Autumn Morning”
Our Father – not my father, not your father, but OUR Father. Who art in Heaven – home, where our Father dwells, where we are called one day forever, all together as family (with OUR father!). Hallowed be thy Name – may our actions be loving, reflecting your holy name. Thy kingdom come – weContinue reading “OUR FATHER 2020”
George Floyd cried out: “I can’t breathe!” as a policeman knelt on his neck, snuffing out George’s life, his breath. Covid-19 is attacking people’s lungs – “I can’t breathe!” The pandemic is killing and destroying people’s lives all over the world. Not only are we dying physically, but we can’t even breathe normalcy into ourContinue reading “Holy Breath”
In the midst of these uncertain times, I sought peace. A busy morning, surrounded by loving people, later finding myself at home, thinking of things that aren’t going quite well, I yearned to be in Christ’s creation for a lesson. Pulling up a chair by the fishpond, I quieted my thoughts, and took in theContinue reading “Life-giving Water”
What if our lives begin as jumbled pieces in a box?
The round green lily pad leaves begin to push up and unfurl from the depths of water in the spring. Beginning to cover the top of my pond, they will help to hide the 30 fish from the great blue heron’s keen eyes. The surface water had frozen over during winter’s cold, the fish inContinue reading “The Lotus and Me”