I’m waiting for the little wren to return to the juniper outside my window. I met him yesterday. We became friends. I watched him from the window while I sat on the bed, retreating. I was at a WAAG, a Weekend (Almost) Alone With God. Almost because there were other women in their rooms on…… Continue reading (Almost) Alone With God
It’s impossible to imagine when bud nor bloom exist, when darkness outruns the day, and asparagus is $4.99 a pound. It’s risky to hope in the bird’s note or dew when all is covered in frost, barren, hunkered down. But our bones remember the perfumes of spring and they will march us there, if we…… Continue reading Spring
What would you do if you weren’t afraid?
It’s easier to hold on to the familiar than to let it go and face life without it. There’s a comfort in holding on to things, even chipped and pilled and ill-fitting things because they take up space and make us feel less alone.
Caring less about what people think about me and embracing my authentic, healthy, Holy Spirit filled self is what I want out of 2017.
I have a soul ache which can only be satisfied by God.
The journey to Bethlehem is difficult. A King awaits, but is a King what I want? I rather like being the boss of me, fashioner of my own destiny. After all, I AM WOMAN so don’t go putting me on a donkey y’all. Let me be me and you do you and YOLO and all…… Continue reading Journey To Bethlehem