Our woes and worriesweigh us down,heavy,tearful,until they become a dwelling place. Woe is me,this home of mine. While we ride the woe coaster,He watches,He loves,He sits on the porchlonging for usto come sit with Him. His love is so greatand the size of our woes doesn’t change it.It is what it is.His love.He is who He
motivation
Praise in the Rain
The sun rises.It’s the beautiful days,when life is good,all is well,carefree,and pain is absent. Those are theoccasional momentswhen all is right with the world. We thank Him…. we try to rememberto thank Him. Then the rain comes,the tide turns,the pain comes,our eyes burn,the tears flow. He so quickly comes to mind.Before all else. We beg,we plead,we bargain,we cry out,we
Again and Again.
Restless spirit. A calming God. Worried heart. A reassuring God. Heavy soul. An uplifting God. Hurting and in pain. A comforting God. He takes care of it all… if we just let it go. Why do we hold on so tight when His hands are outstretched, reaching out to calm, to reassure, to uplift,
4th Quarter: Time to Punt!
If I get it on my mind that it will be a miracle if I live just 25 more years, I will panic. There’s not enough time left to go all the places I want to go and do all the things I want to do! At least that’s what my brain says. Then I
Holy Moments: Great Read!
I have a feeling many of you will agree, a book that is aesthetically pleasing, makes me want to buy it! LOL. The cover is SO important, right?! Well, before even cracking open this book, you will love the size and feel and beautiful hard cover. But then, you start to read, and it is
Face of Grace
If grace had a face, we would see it every day.It shows itself in moments and in the simplest ways. A baby’s smile, a cashier who’s so sweet,a Pastor who preaches, and teachers who teach. A Mama who hugs on her babies so much,the lady at church with the gentlest touch. Or how about the
He Wakes Me
He wakes me in the morning,waiting…waiting…waiting…on me. He wonders… Will I think of Him?Will I trudge down the hall to get coffee?Will I turn on the phone and start to scroll?Will I watch other’s lives, ooh and aah, roll my eyes at crazy people?Will I turn on the computer and grimace at my inbox?Will I
Yesterday’s tomorrow.
I wish we could stop growing up. Well, I don’t mean die, I just mean stop growing up as in older. Wouldn’t it have been awesome to have had a pause button to press at the best parts of our life so we could linger there longer? Wow. And the rules said we only had
The Old Kitchen Sink.
As I stand running water at my old kitchen sink,I see my reflection in the window and as I blink, my mind has a thought that if I blink again, I’ll see an old woman where this reflection has been. Just a few years ago, the reflection that was there was a girl raising babies, no silver in
Grace is the Thread
You are like a fabric
woven through the years
with threads of joys and triumphs
sewn together with many tears.
The colors don’t always match,
some bright, some dark, some deep,
together though, they blend and hold,
as your memories they keep.
The To-Do List is Yelling.
Good morning to all of you! Our last full week to scurry about before Christmas. I do LOVE this time of year just before the holidays, seeing lights on homes, people excited in a way we don’t see all year. I used to live for the day we closed the office I worked with for
I never believed in fairytales.
I often wake up and have dreams come to mind that I need to get on paper. One night last week, I dreamt this phrase over and over and woke up hearing it, “I never believed in fairytales.” I lay there so confused and then asked myself, “Did I ever believe in them?” As the
