My thoughts were as scattered as the leaves tossed on the ground. While the swirling continued I chose the task of bread baking. There was the magic of creating something more than its various parts.
My thoughts were as scattered as the leaves tossed on the ground. While the swirling continued I chose the task of bread baking. There was the magic of creating something more than its various parts.
“This day is sacred to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.” ~ Nehemiah 8:10 JOY! I cannot believe that SO much can be packed into three little letters. When we see the word, each of us has a different picture in ourRead the Rest…
Not many things create debate in my home like little black and green orbs. Olives. My people feel fiercely about olives. They love them. They hate them. Listening in the other day, I realized just how passionate they were on either side of this debate. One thing that they agreeRead the Rest…
“Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning!” Psalm 30:5 NIV As some of you girls already know, I am expecting baby number five . . . and so far I feel like I have been smacked down with a stomach bug from another planet.Read the Rest…
You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I’m about to burst with song; I can’t keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can’t thank you enough. Psalm 30:11-12 MSG As soon as Sarah could stand, she was dancing. We bought herRead the Rest…
