Rhonda Gunn

Sometimes and Always

Sometimes abundance and sometimes less Sometimes a spring in the step Sometimes an easy smile Sometimes a churning within Sometimes a soaring heart reaching high, reaching to touch the heart of God Sometimes a coward hiding unsure, clinging to other loves Sometimes peace, sometimes less, sometimes I fall into an easy rest. Sometimes…. Always… AlwaysContinue reading “Sometimes and Always”

Carried Along

…but men spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit. 2 Peter 1:21 . When I began to think of this, it was months ago, back when the geese flew into the cemetery as I walked along its paved roads. They plucked blades of grass among the tombstones, rested in theContinue reading “Carried Along”

The Long Conversation

I have pulled up a chair, poured a hot cup, I’ve had a cleaning cry when I needed to, I’ve poured it all out and I’ve kept it all in and found that it’s ok either way. I’ve stayed as long as I’ve liked, and I’ve come back when I may because there is time–my lifetime going on forever.

Faithful

A song to read by. I’ve been charged with curating a charter. I’ve been donned with a discipline and duty. And I mustn’t fail. I’ve been ladened with a legacy and blood-stained by a story of redemption that I must rehearse as I go along. I hold the door handle to a dwelling which IContinue reading “Faithful”

The Altar

I wondered how many stones it would take to build it. I had never built an altar before. Jacob had built them and Moses had–those altars of remembrance. Abraham had built one for sacrifice. I wasn’t sure what kind mine was to be, remembrance or sacrifice? But altars had been on my mind since earlyContinue reading “The Altar”

Tracing Lines

Looking out the window, I knew the air was still because the morning rain made long, straight lines stringing to the ground in the yard. As they freshly

When I Can’t See Ahead

I used to walk in tennis shoes, miles under my feet, until I wanted to climb around on the mountains and bought a pair of boots. Lately it feels every inch of my life is a mountain worthy of those Danners. After another Saturday in the winery kitchen, I laced them up and kept paceContinue reading “When I Can’t See Ahead”

But When You Pray

To sit with God, my expectation weighs upon His throne. To wait with Him, if I pull away from earthly cares, is not dull because He is SOMEONE; large, masterful, kind, imaginative, illustrious. He takes in our every word to Himself in His listening. He hears. And don’t we like to be heard? I mustContinue reading “But When You Pray”

The Offense of Hope

And there I saw what I had once lost, but had found again.

God’s Friend

There is a girl in the winery kitchen where I spend my working days. She likes to call me (with a half concealed smirk) her work acquaintance when I proudly call her my friend. She’s only 25 years old, she is funny and quirky in the most perfect and delightful sort of way. Every day,Continue reading “God’s Friend”