Breathing. Inhaling. Exhaling. Seeking. Finding. Drinking. Refreshing. Thinking. Wondering. Seeking. Listening. Hearing. Wandering. Reminder. Calling. Knowing. Feeling. Wondering. Pondering. Praying. Seeking. Asking. Wanting. Needing. Thanking. Thanking. Thanking. Over the last week or so while praying I hear the word "write", having no clear direction for where to go, what to write. This morning pen in … Continue reading Forty Days of Prayer for Quilters – Day 8
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Handiwork, Masterpiece and a cup of tea
For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not from you; it is the gift of God; it is not from works, so no one may boast. For we are his handiwork (masterpiece), created in Christ Jesus for the good works that God has prepared in advance, that we should live … Continue reading Handiwork, Masterpiece and a cup of tea
Perhaps you’re thirsty
Today is the Feast of Pentecost, where the breath, the wind of the Holy Spirit. Today we sing Veni, Sancte Spiritus: Come, Holy Spirit, come! And from your celestial home Shed a ray of light divine! Come, Father of the poor! Come, source of all our store! Come, within our bosoms shine. You, of comforters … Continue reading Perhaps you’re thirsty
Holy Week
This is by far my favorite week of the Liturgical year. It is our Salvation represented in glorious display. We begin this week proclaiming Jesus as our King, laying palms at his feet as he rides into Jerusalem on an ass. And by the end of the week we'll be shouting Crucify him with gusto, … Continue reading Holy Week
Intimacy
Sometimes we experience a terrible dryness in our spiritual life. We feel no desire to pray, don't experience God's presence, get bored with worship services, and even think that everything we ever believed about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit is little more than a childhood fairy tale. Then it is important to realise that … Continue reading Intimacy
On being in the desert
Occasionally memories of living in the desert come flooding back. Being young at the time the memories are limited. Walking across the desert to get to school. The Rockies in the distance, the one time we had snow and wore socks on our hands to keep them warm while we played. Years later my sweetie … Continue reading On being in the desert
A Quilter's Heart 