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For this earth For it’s sea For my Maker & His S

For this earth
For it’s sea
For my Maker & His Son
For the Spirit within
For new morning mercies
For ocean sunrises
For mountain sunsets
For the scent of sea-kissed air
For evergreens
For laughter
For tears
For embrace
For long distance calls
For presence
For space
For sorrow
For celebration
For tear stained cheeks
For suffering
For lessons learned
For sun on my face
For rainy days by the fire
For savory
For sweet
For bitter, too
For cool water on my skin as I swim
For the air that I breathe
For afternoon hugs
For movie nights
For dessert first
For the sounds
For piano
For a song sung
For her voice
For the scents
For cinnamon rolls
For the woods
For the flowers
For fresh sheets
For your skin
For ten thousand more
I can’t yet see.
#grateful #thanksgiving #eucharisteō

The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the wor

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry

There won’t be another like her. She was the mos

There won’t be another like her. She was the most tolerant and steadfast companion. Gentle, sweet, mild, so very obedient. She was with me through my thirties; we grew up together. The one our kids will remember as their childhood pet, Miss Molly.

I’ve gone to let her outside or let her inside a handful of times since yesterday. She was as much of our family life as any of us. Our daily rhythms included her. She was family.

I don’t know if you’re a pet person. I don’t think I would have thought myself to be. But God gave us many years with her and I just can’t help to think that she was a blessing we didn’t know we needed. A steady in many a storm.

If you had the privilege to rub her belly as she greeted you at the door, thank you for doing so. She loved you for it 🤍

I have been gone a while. I am coming out of a lon

I have been gone a while. I am coming out of a long journey of being led through uncertain seas. His word says it is holy—his way, through the sea—but goodness it has been painfully complex. The path of faithfulness usually is. I knew going in that it may result in further brokenness and uncertainty. It has. I have lost bits of myself that were good and beautiful. I probably don’t agree with half the things i may have written in this small space anymore. I needed to adapt, and in some ways, I picked up burdens that were not meant for me. Before the sea, I was less defensive, less contentious. Our environments change us. I see the dry land ahead—a new journey…to unpack everything I’ve picked up along the way.

I’ve been broken and put back together a thousand times. I’m getting better at remembering to trust the hands that formed me are still forming me. I weep tears of sorrow and tears of joy nearly every day, sometimes only minutes apart. I crawl down onto the floor to pray, face to the floor, palms up. I delight to feel the sun on my skin and to see how its light falls in the fall. I’m selfish and selfless, depending on the weight of the day. I sin. I’m imperfect. But i try. I desperately try. To have a humble and contrite heart, to walk in the light, to remember who I want to be and who I am becoming. To stay; connected to Jesus, to his love, and to the place he’s planted me. To not run from his love.

I have loved, and I have lost. I put my flesh to death a hundred times a day. I don’t know many things right now, but I know He goes with me wherever I go. I am not alone, though his footprints are unseen. I’m seen and safe. I’m just trying to find my legs again, trying to find my voice again, to find my breath again. Trying to find Christ-in-me…again.

##seekingsabbatheveryday

Big day for this guy

Big day for this guy

Spring is showing me what it means to grow again a

Spring is showing me what it means to grow again after what seems like a long winter.

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