In this time of uncertainty for so many in the world, I wanted to share a post from 2018 in the hopes that it will give you hope. Yes, we are faced with unprecedented events. But, in the past month, I have heard more than the death toll. I have heard and seen on social… Continue reading Circle the wagons again
Tag: grace
The unbalanced God
On September 21st was the fall equinox. When the day and night are for the most part, equal. 12 hours of daytime and 12 hours of nighttime. It's such a nice picture of balance with half the Earth dark and half light with a line going north to south. We like balance, because, well, it's… Continue reading The unbalanced God
An extra serving of grace
It's 2:30 AM and pain has made sleep difficult. I have nerve pain in my feet and hands. Some days are worse than others. I take my pain meds and wait for them to kick in. At times like this, I end up praying more. I figure God is awake too so I talk to… Continue reading An extra serving of grace
Circle the wagons
Do you ever feel like you need to "circle the wagons"? I heard my friend say that when she was facing something that would impact her whole family. Usually, things dealing with money and the need to gather the family together and have a plan to face a difficult season ahead. I said that to… Continue reading Circle the wagons
The last straw
What is the weight of the last straw? How big is the straw that breaks the camel's back? We're not talking about a bale of hay. It's that little thing that others deem insignificant yet push our buttons. It's that final french fry that sails thru the air to hit your head that makes the… Continue reading The last straw
Getting off the hook
Have you ever heard of a case in court where the guilty gets off due to some technicality? There is a sense of righteous indignation that wells up inside at the injustice that brought some loophole to the light of day, allowing a guilty person off the hook. I find myself angry that loopholes seem… Continue reading Getting off the hook
Walking through land mines
"If it isn't Nutty Naughty Nasty Natty." I had to laugh when I heard this greeting. My god-father hadn't said those words for 25 years. I had grown up and had long ago moved passed the crazy nicknames of childhood. Or so I thought. It started as "Natty ding batty" most likely before the terrible… Continue reading Walking through land mines
Zombie Ministry 