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He Restores My Soul
‘Tis the season for resolutions, ambitions, “word”-of-the-year’s, and limited parking at the gym. A desire for renewal; a fresh start; an opportunity to swipe fresh colors across a blank canvas and recreate.
The End of One Thing is the Beginning of Another
It is inevitable that what we know today, have today, love today, and experience today…is salient. It is changing. Morphing. Unavoidably unable to maintain or remain. What is here today will inevitably be gone tomorrow…what a sad way to end a year. What an unpleasant sounding reach.
What Would Wood Say of Christmas
I sit by the windows of our ridge-line sanctuary, it’s where I’m found every sunrise. Three massive picture windows frame the view of the “world” for us, with the same actors performing daily. Those actors are the trees, a mountain ridge across the way, and sky.
Salt & Stone
We could hear the power of the Pacific waters as we hopped out of our car. My husband Michael and I were spending the evening on Rialto Beach - one of our favorite places tucked away on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula.
The Faith of a Mother
A few months ago I was prompted by the Holy Spirit to revisit this account in Exodus 2 of the birth of Moses, but this time, He led me to specifically pay attention to the mother of Moses, Jochebed.
The Hope of Glory
We are all holding hopes in our hands and not only that, but we often have expectations of how they should come about. We have an idea in our heads of how we imagine these things will happen, IF they happen at all.
HE Gives MORE than this world can take away
Pictures of Spurgeon remind us, he was no small man. He was a force to be reckoned with in the pulpit, in the church, and I’d guess most anywhere he put his foot. The ground under him knew full well when he had arrived.
God's Deliberate Creation
Last week I had the desire to walk at one of my favorite places. It was a beautiful autumn day; there was a chill to the air, a light layer of clouds filled the sky, and the leaves were brilliantly displaying their colors.
Love is Patient
Have you ever just stared at this scripture and wondered why it’s in the order that it is? We have this verse framed in our bedroom and I find myself reading through the lines often.
Far Beyond History
Years ago when our oldest son was in college, he said something that has remained in my mind, and likely will for the rest of my days. It was concerning the reality and factuality of history.
The Grace to Wait
That familiar surge of warmth in my heart. The invitation to look beyond what I saw to find more tucked away within the scene before me. A gentle voice: “Be still…and listen…”
On a Battlefield
We stepped off the bus, and walked down a littered, unkempt, pathway towards a wide open field. Road noise distracted, the pathway was far from smooth.
Both Feet In
Joshua told the people, “Consecrate yourselves, for tomorrow the Lord will do amazing things among you.” Joshua said to the priests, “Take up the ark of the covenant and pass on ahead of the people.”
Beyond the Reef
We were so excited, albeit a little nervous, but expectant of what the splendor of this white-sand, tropical beach with turquoise-blue waters would feel like to finally behold.
Shock Waves Versus the Light
Do you long for Heaven? Or is your life wonderful enough that you’d like more time here before you go?
The Frago
The trainers will allow no plan or mission to take precedent over obeying the command at hand. A good soldier will be able to shift their focus on a dime — a good commander will be able to lead through the unexpected shifts in plans.
The Harvest
My faith in Him never wavered, but my daily devotion and focus altered because deep down, I saw the harvest at my feet and in a way felt I had enough crops in hand to withstand for a time.
Lift Up Your Eyes
The wind—I had never heard such loud wind—tore through jungle-dense thickets that clothe the island and shredded the leaves off banana trees that linger below our home…
The Soul Who Seeks Him
I leaned my head back against the wall I was sitting against. Determination steeled itself inside of me. The morning sun was pouring through the panes of my screened porch, and the air was thick with humidity.