Tonight, I want to talk to you about something I’ve cared deeply about for a long time. . . loving those who are tough to love.
Back in the old farmhouse, Grandma kept a cactus garden. A clear Rubbermaid tub about two feet by three feet and ten inches deep was home to a small log cabin, a china woman, a forest of cacti, and one precocious brown plastic squirrel.… Continue Reading “Small World”
Weekday morning, sitting in my row, Sun warming wood to a burnished glow, Soft and silent this sanctuary here, Waiting, expecting Sunday. Weekday, morning, I must sit still, Listening to the Father, if I’d do His will, Stopping to be silent and sanctuary here,… Continue Reading “Expecting Sunday”
When will we ever learn that letting go is not the same thing as giving up? When will we ever learn that our lives are most under control when they are out of our control and in God’s? When will we ever learn that… Continue Reading “When Will We Learn?”
Back when I was small
And the black suits were tall,
There were services that went on too long,
First one man would preach
And another would teach
Then the people sang melancholy songs,
While black suits would bear
With quiet, solemn care
Bread and juice up aisle and down.