The lights burn low in the sanctuary and the voices raise high. They echo off rafters and doors, then flow down the walls like a flood of so many waters. I close my eyes and listen, let my thoughts...

The lights burn low in the sanctuary and the voices raise high. They echo off rafters and doors, then flow down the walls like a flood of so many waters. I close my eyes and listen, let my thoughts...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} My Aunt’s front yard had a tombstone in it. It sat not far from a white house almost one hundred years old, the kind with a broad porch and squeaky wood...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} We've read the story and know the scene. The unshowered shepherds with the wide-eyed flock around them. The shock then awe. The angels indescribable, declaring...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} When I’m afraid, my fists are clenched around all I have and everyone I love. I am the hoarder and the bodyguard. The seagull chorusing “mine, mine!” Gollum...
{my images are free goodies for you to enjoy & share} When we pray for peace we usually ask Jesus to remove something from our lives--the trial or trouble, conflict or chaos, inconvenience or...
This post is part of the “Finding Spiritual Whitespace Blog Tour” which I am a part of, along with a group of soulful, journeying kindreds. To learn more and join us, click here. ******* I sit on...
I wish you could hear a soundtrack of my brain. It would sound something like... "I wonder what I should make for dinner. I'll ask everyone what they're having." {click on twitter} "Speaking of...