Encouraging Women to Live Rooted in the Sacred
Like sand in a beach pail, tiny grains of sugar softly collect, filling the canister. This particular morning is not unlike many before. I’m a southern girl and, as such, have my priorities rightly placed. God, family, sweet tea. However, this day I’m unimpressed with the empty status of my sugar bowl. There is no “sweet” in tea without…
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Twenty Octobers ago I said, “I do.” Like a wind-chased leaf, memories of that overcast autumn day in 1992 skip farther away. Hearts, of course, remember, but images are now puzzle-shaped shadows—timid fragments of scenes and feelings. A puzzle that’s grown to include many more pieces than when we began. Despite the bustling wedding story taking place that morning, a peaceful…
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Dayspring. An interesting word, don’t you think? Have you ever considered it? I like it. It’s poetic and gentle ~ yet, strong and full of power. I recently became curious about this word, so I looked it up in the dictionary. Here is what I found: day·spring [dey-spring] noun, Archaic. dawn; daybreak. That’s pretty. But “Archaic”? Hmmmm. I suppose that the…
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Starting over is never easy. New cities, new roads. New churches, new doctors. New Friends. In reality, making new friends is one of the sweet gifts of moving, but, I’m finding that this time around, I’m really missing the comfort of being “known”. Friends you’ve had for years – they have a frame of reference for the things that you…
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Doesn’t really seem like it was that long ago….. I once knew a girl who had a baby boy…a beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed little one he was. Her heartbeat, she called him. Then two and a half years later, that girl I knew, she had another darling son. This one, olive-skinned with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen on a baby…
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The blinking cursor on the facebook screen asks “What’s on your mind?” I wonder how the status updates would change if people were instead asked: “What’s on your heart?” My heart has been so heavy lately; feeling like silly putty – stretched and distended. How apt the familiar term “heavy-hearted” is. I’m not even sure how to put the aching…
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