I had come away to the mountain, sequestered in an elderly mini-cabin on wheels, to read, listen, write, and read some more. Devotionals, Bibles, books by authors whose words like water pour out on parched land. I sipped sweet cinnamon tea from a mug with a lid not quite right, that let drops run down Read more…
Too Busy To Hear God’s Voice
On Sunday mornings our Pastor likes to ask where we’ve seen Jesus this week. He reminds us to look for the extraordinary in the ordinariness of our days. We are like Moses herding sheep upon the mountains, busy with our jobs and lives, walking blindly through a world quietly ablaze. When darkness comes we plead Read more…
LET HIM BE HEARD
1/1/11… Seems there is no more perfect day to start over with Hope in our hearts. The past is done. Keeping only the true treasures, we move forward. Great things are afoot. May we all remember to keep our eyes and ears, and more importantly our hearts, open. For He still speaks in a thousand Read more…