Breaking Free/Living Life
I love trees. Some draw me in like none other! Take the Jacaranda tree for instance….
Several years ago I was in South Africa during the time period when these trees were in full bloom. 1,222 more words
3 weeks, 6 days ago
My favourite copy of Eugene Peterson’s The Message, my journal and a pen.
The first cup of tea of the morning.
Propped up in bed with pillows or legs curled under in my favourite armchair, with the view of the poplar trees behind our house. 857 more words
3 months ago
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly
A café and a coffee, a grace moment to think,
to pray and toe-tap to piped in jazz,
to stare at an old black and white classic on the muted set, and… 96 more words
6 months, 1 week ago
I look through my own grid, and I’m not sure how to see any differently.
I know just how you feel!–well, not really. I can imagine walking in your shoes, but truth is, I don’t. 111 more words
6 months, 2 weeks ago
We are the wounded.
We are the ones whose histories have been rewritten,
critiqued and re-configured,
pushed through the grids of others—
those who think they only see clearly, 71 more words
7 months, 1 week ago
It is hard when well-worked out beliefs run smack dab into life: this war zone of a broken world where wills collide and battle lines are drawn, 236 more words
11 months ago
The wait of the world when the press is strong on every side,
and we feel guilty for complaining in the presence of so much blessing, 87 more words
1 year ago