Photos from the woods at our end of the cul-de-sac (plus more and better hummingbird pics)
Photos from the woods at our end of the cul-de-sac (plus more and better hummingbird pics)
Ok, by a show of hands, who is really good at being patient? Well, not me, either. But I’m learning. At least I think I am.
I have such a lot to be thankful for this morning, thinking back over the busy weekend.
The eyes of all look to you, and you give them their food in due season. You open your hand, satisfying the desire of every living thing. The Lord is just in all his ways, and kind in all his doings. The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. …
worship was – once again – a joyful explosion of light and love.
Sometimes I get that kind of glimpse of God’s glory, and it thrills me to the core of who I am.
We are watered by the living water, and we are fed by the bread of life. And we flourish, and we grow, and we give thanks.
Freedom is fundamental to Christianity, and acknowledging the relationship of this freedom we enjoy to faith in God is critical if we are going to live our freedom to the full.
When I know that, come what may, I have started my day in intentional communion with Jesus, then it sets a trajectory that is – quite frankly – the only reasonable option we have if we really do want to live as Children of God in the way our Creator intended from the very beginning.
My job as Grandaddy Derek is to love David and Beks with the cumulative love of all these decades, to nurture them spiritually in ways I’m only now beginning to grow into, and to share with them the stories I couldn’t possibly have known thirty years ago because I had yet to live them.
