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”
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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”
Spring in our Mouths
One day I knew I, too, was like a tree in this gorgeous forest of believers, these metaphoric oaks of righteousness, those Lebanon cedars…not perfect, but fully HIS, and fully belonging to one another.
The Photo in Hinterhaus
There is a photo that hangs in Hinterhaus. I had it made large and put it in a frame so when I sit on the long chase lawn chair with Teddy (my dog) I can see it. My computer screen, the navy clock I was carrying around in my car at the time, a singleContinue reading “The Photo in Hinterhaus”
The Way Home
“You know the way home”, he said…….”I am the way.”
Hinterhaus Journal 