For we are the sweet fragrance of Christ to God
When you consider how you want your next family photo-session to go… love one-another more intentionally and eloquently between now and then. I guarantee it will make all the difference when you stop and smile for the camera.
Okay, friends, this is big. Huge, to be exact! This afternoon – October 1 – I took the big step of moving from being exclusively a non-fiction writer to the exciting world of storytelling.
It’s always exciting to be part of something that is alive, dynamic, full with enthusiasm, and growing. This has been true consistently in the faith communities Rebekah and I have been privileged to call home.
ou’ll notice today’s feature image is of our home; it’s the physical equivalent of what I hope to teach through this blog – a beacon of light pointing to life and grace and promise. This little house, nestled in the woods at the end of a cul-de-sac, is the retreat center and sanctuary where Rebekah and I are equipped to live “the life that is truly life” in a practical sense from day to day.
Sunday morning’s baptism had to be one of the sweetest I’ve ever witnessed.
And the crowds who – for a moment – came so close to it all drift away from this amazing invitation to become resurrection people. Yet still, curious, they wonder why this empty feeling gnaws away at their souls?
Today I’m considering the lilies in my field, I’m hugging the dog who never worries about a thing, and I’m thanking God for all the amazing blessings of a life rooted in grace, mercy, promise, and love