How does the Holy Spirit work? Sunday was Pentecost, the day set aside to remember the coming of the Holy Spirit. Did we even notice? In the day-to-day ordinary of forking down eggs and jotting down plans and building up a life, God’s Spirit remains unseen.
“This Is My Song” was written by Lloyd Stone in 1934. Something about the haunting minor melody caught my ear and the lyrics captured my imagination.
How to cope with grief. “We were not made for dying, for seeing death, for losing the loved ones around us. Death and loss should hurt, because they are shoes the wrong size for our souls.”
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”
She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month’s snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald Something about… Continue Reading “Like a River Glorious”