Monthly Archives: February 2015

Last Post before Lent

I’m beginning to believe that the well is deeper than we’ve ever dared to wonder.

I’m starting to think that our source waters are more of an abyss than a container.

I’m thinking that the pool we have to draw from is so much more vast and profound than we ever thought possible… that if we were to jump into the waters and dive to the bottom looking for it’s end….

we would never find it.

Life with God….

It’s different.

It’s empowered.

It’s tinged.

When the Holy Spirit touches a heart, a life, a purpose, a talent – it explodes into all kinds of splendor.

And the well that all this comes from…it never empties.

Oh, may we lower our buckets.
 

I have been praying about what to hand over and up for the Lenten season for a while now.

When I casually sat down to my desk earlier today, and asked once more what He wanted me to fast….

I was shocked by the immediate inkling of a response:

“Your blog writing.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve just now hit my stride God! I’ve written more in the last weeks than I’ve written in some years – so no. Not that.”

My initial reaction was not peace or willingness.

But I’ve been praying off and on ever since about it…..

Asking if the voice I heard in my heart was His on this matter.

And it seems….. it was.

And so it looks like I am…

Fasting public writing for the duration of Lent this year.

I think it will be a season of scooping out water for my cistern….

from that well of His that never, ever runs dry.

Yes.

I hope whatever it is that you take away or implement over the next several weeks – will result in new realizations, fresh horizons, and faith falling afresh.

I will see you in April, friends. 🙂

New

The day is cracking open. The lid of another week is being twisted off as I type this. A blue-grayish hue is coming through my open window, as the sun makes it’s way to our side of Earth. There’s a cloud cover today. And that’s okay. The last few days of sweet pure sunshine have poured out enough rays to… Read more →

Lent 2015

Last Lent I gave up gluten. The fast didn’t last the whole 40 and some odd days, however. It lasted about half. But also last Lent, I picked up journaling. And that…..that has stuck.Near daily I pick up that leathery pink bounded bunch of papers – and let the prayers and concerns flow from mind to parchment. It’s been healthy… Read more →

Rest

We should all go back to making bread and pasta and pizza dough by hand. The health benefits are reason enough, I suppose. And the taste of homemade beats manufactured. But I let that be the first line in my post tonight for the simple fact that standing and kneading something for 8-10 minutes changes everything. Massaging flour and salt… Read more →

The Table

Chicken will simmer in a slow bubbling broth today. And greens will sizzle with onion on a stove top. And potatoes will soften to a mash, rolls will rise high and yeast-like, and salad will be torn and tossed under dressing. Company. The last few years have shown this caved-in introvert the magic that happens when people sit around a… Read more →

A Pleasant Afternoon

It’s 73 and sunny where I’m sitting today. There’s been a cloud cover as of late – and so these last few days of pure blue heavens, warm dry temps, and sweet soft breezes has been bliss. All of my kind readers in the North are gagging, I am sure. I feel for you, friends. I’m hearing your complaints about… Read more →

You’re Invited: A Book Study

There’s some kind of a spark that flames when women gather together in common purpose. There’s an igniting that occurs when like-minded ladies rally, and root, and forge. The ideas. The healing. The camaraderie The growth. The accountability. The inspiration. The encouragement… It all occurs when women come together to seek God’s face. Life-change and light-bulb moments and laughter and… Read more →

For Mothers of Boys

I have three young blondes around this abode here. Two of them are boys who happily flank the girl situated in the middle. As the oldest grows and develops – I’m stunned by the capabilities and desires and strengths and bents of the eight year old boy variety. And I’m struck by the challenges and temptations and possibilities for them,… Read more →

An Evening Hello

I should be primping my face, and slathering on lotion, and pulling on pj’s by now. All the lights should be low by this time, and my brain should be mellowing into a fog of tired. The kids have found every reason to rise from their beds after having been laid down for the evening – but I think they… Read more →