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Words of Light: Grace & Truth for Your Journey Home
Category: Autobiography
Not Kneaded
When I was small, My mommy would make our daily bread, Her loaves were round-topped Golden, delicious softness. But still, I liked it better to make my own, She gave a lump of dough, Showed how to sprinkle flour, Formed her large loaf. I… Continue Reading “Not Kneaded”
Mosaic: Art and the Culture of the Kingdom
Start with a history lesson on Rome, add a yet-unplanned, elementary art class, and you get a mosaic. At least, I did. In the making, I found some reflections. In high school, my geography teacher taught me that Canada has a cultural mosaic. Our… Continue Reading “Mosaic: Art and the Culture of the Kingdom”
Flowers for Mom
I remember as a little girl, Wandering to the vacant lot in town, Stopping to pick the prettiest wildflowers, Then running them home to my mom, I don’t remember what she said, But she kept them ’til they died, So, I know she must… Continue Reading “Flowers for Mom”
Privilege of a Scribe
I found it tagged on to the end of Jesus’ parables of the kingdom, words from the Word in a verse I’ve read often–but never seen until now. Ironically, this is a shadow of its message. Raised in an Anabaptist, Bible-following, church-going family, I… Continue Reading “Privilege of a Scribe”
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