Essays in Ephesians #3
Thank you, Father that when we look upon the mystery of the cross, we can be confident in Your love. You always know exactly what’s going on. You have wise solutions; You see eternal outcomes. When crosses come our way, when situations look dark, we don’t have to know it all.
Nature is Wild
The phrase, the wildness of nature, brings memories of waking up in the night to the crash of winter ice breaking up on Lake Geneva . . .
Stewardship
My husband’s gift is helps. He loves to help people. When he was young and strong, he worked tirelessly with the Salvation Army—serving in soup kitchens, working in thrift stores, pouring coffee for emergency workers, . . .
Knowing God through His Word — Part 18
When prayers go unanswered, asking “Why?” may bring insight, but more often it erodes peace and disrupts abiding in God’s love. Most believers already know all the pat religious reasons why God doesn’t give us what we pray for. Usually, the first is doubt . . .
Unfinished Business
January 24, 2019 — I published a book yesterday. I’d been looking forward to it with eager joy. But when I saw it for sale on amazon.com, I froze. My brain jammed. My stomach constricted. When I began to thaw, I was confronted by my fear to publish the following story.
A Living Witness to Love
An agnostic friend recently asked me, “Why do you want me to change? Why do you care what I believe?”
Humility or Pride
When the hard walls of opinions, judgments and unrighteous anger rise up in me against pain, violations, injustice, foolishness and selfish immaturity, I might be able to spout off in ways that persuade others of the righteousness of my position. I might be able to suggest solutions. I might be very articulate and convince my self and others— and I might lose God’s presence and purpose in the process. That’s because pride is the mortar cementing those hard walls within my heart and soul.
Water
Reverie from a February Day, 2018: It’s warming up today; as earth begins to thaw, thick clouds of fog settle over the ground and icicles drip steadily from the eves. Bits and chunks are drop to the deck outside my window; giant water drops are splatter and slide down windowpanes wet with condensation
Charlie and Sheila
A light breeze wrapped us in the newness of spring; the warm sun cast leafy kaleidoscopic patterns upon the ground. I was out for an afternoon walk, pushing my twenty-month old daughter Annie in her blue canvas stroller, joined to the play of light and shadows, soaking in a perfect day—until the thought came again to go there. I didn’t want to go there; to spoil the tranquility; to interrupt our walk.
Hot and Cold
Dense clouds have dropped down, hugging the earth with a thick haze. In yesterday’s sunshine, autumn’s tall dry grasses waved above the snow warming the whiteness of winter with hints of tawny gold. Today, all color is muted. The edges of familiar tree-bark-browns fade away; treetops dissolve into fog. It looks as if a paintbrush has […]
Seeking Joy
Recently, my husband fell and broke two bones in his foot. My care taking responsibilities increased and I began to feel tired, overwhelmed and insecure. Discouragement began to gnaw at my heart until I countered it and encouraged myself by reading of a list of antidotes to stress, tension, worry, fear, anger, anxiety and depression. […]
