My favorite place to go is the seashore. I love hearing the sound of the water moving in rhythms I cannot trace and watching the whitecaps tumble over onto the sand. Not a strong swimmer, I prefer to sit and watch the tireless motion of the waves and content myself to stroll down the …
Category Archives: My Life, His Garden
Now I See
The man had carefully counted his steps and felt his way past houses to the place by the large building that he claimed as his spot early that day. Though the sun was shining brightly in the blue sky overhead, he settled himself on the soft dirt by the roadside in the same comfortable darkness …
Behold the Man
Choosing to focus on Jesus
Love Story
Can I tell you how my love story began? It started with the bitter taste of abandonment in my mouth. The man to whom I was committed walked out my kitchen door and slammed it shut, and seventeen years of marriage abruptly ended. I was wounded and bleeding from my heart, full of self-doubt and …
Perspective
The streets of Jerusalem were more crowded than normal that day. Jews from every region had come to celebrate the Feast of Tabernacles (John 7). Jesus’ name was on everyone’s lips and the topic of much whispered rumor. Could He be the long awaited Messiah? Was He the one who would deliver the people from …
Night Song
I sat beneath the starsand thought of the universeHidden in day by golden lightbut now exposed by velvet night Vast and wide and brightWith planets, moons, and cometsAnd all the wonders of creationReaching far beyond my imagination Shouting loudly through darknessthe glory and splendor and powerSo I sit in awe and considerThe greatness of the …
Surprised by the Lord
The wind blows (breathes) where it wills; and though you hear its sound, yet you neither know where it comes from nor where it is going. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. (John 3:8) If God surprises you, will you still receive Him? Nicodemus was a leader of the Pharisees. …
The Net
The net was heavy and wet in his fingers. Peter felt the knots that were so familiar to his hands and looked down at the wound fibers. He saw the jagged areas, the rips that he had carefully mended. He remembered the time spent each morning washing and cleaning it so that when evening came …
Drink Deep
“Will you give me a drink?” Jesus’ voice had surprised the woman that day. She had come with a water jar and a reputation to the well just outside of Sychar. She had timed her midday water run in an attempt to avoid the gossipping whispers and judgmental glances of the other ladies in the …
He is Enough
Can I be transparent with you? I really do not have it all together all the time. Sometimes, I tend to be reactive to my circumstance instead of responsive to God’s quickening. I open my mouth and give voice to doubt when I should stay silent. I value comfort far more than I should. But …