In just a few short weeks I will celebrate the end of my forty-ninth, and beginning of my fiftieth year of life. I am grateful to be here. I'm grateful that along the way I've learned some wisdom, and have learned to listen to my heart (perhaps the prompting of the Holy Spirit?) when I … Continue reading I held her hand
Have a conversation with someone that left you with the distinct impression that you're not good enough, that where you want to belong you won't, and feeling mocked for even thinking that you might belong there? For a little while after the conversation it seemed as though I'd bought the lie, and ate the … Continue reading Did you ever?
https://www.chonday.com/25879/palaramic5/ This vid showed up in my fb newsfeed and later in the day was shared with me privately because she knew I'd like it. Psalm 53 is a Psalm of lamentation - from the dictionary: an expression of sorrow, mourning, or regret :an act or instance of lamenting a song of lamentation From the … Continue reading Psalms
Or Aha! Moments happen when they happen. My Sweetie and I, being just us two, share household duties. Sometimes the balance shifts here, or there depending on our needs and what's going on in our lives. Our general rule is whoever cooks doesn't have to do the dishes. As you can imagine this isn't always … Continue reading So, as I’m doing the dishes
I've been honest about living in the desert at times over the last few years. The desert is, as Jesus exemplifies, a holy place. It is a place where we are closest to God. A place where we are most vulnerable. A place of honesty, integrity. A place where through the dryness we are given … Continue reading If the desert is holy; a quilt show is an oasis
Okay, that's a bit drama-fill innit! Sometimes an apology or an explanation isn't good enough to mend. And while I know deep down we're fine, my friend and I, ooh hold on it'll all make sense. Psalm 51 Have mercy on me, God, in accord with your merciful love; in your abundant compassion blot out … Continue reading Good Intentions or How I’m going to hell in a handbasket