By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done. – Genesis 2:2-3 The other day my friend Gayle posted…
Happy Sunday after Thanksgiving," friends. May your gratitude run deep and may your journey toward Bethlehem and the story of your Christmas be brand new and overflowing with redemption and with promise.
To preachers: Either shine like an invitation to God’s light and love… or get out of the way #Mysoapbox
I'm not much of a soapbox writer but something rattled my cage this weekend and I have to make some noise about it or I am simply going to burst.
what the flowers do is to stand like a visual promise that anything is possible, and everything planted in love will take root. They couldn't have come at a better time.
It's like God has taken Beks and David, kissed them with joy, and poured liquid light into them. The light emanates from every pour as they run and play with such natural ebullience.
Every part of who I am is influenced by others: their work, their creativity, their journey; I could write a fairly lengthy book just peeling back the layers.