A reminder to consider our humble frame in this time of awareness and compassion.
On good days, may you sing. Then on the hard days it becomes a song of remembrance when your memory is bleak.
When I really sit for a moment to realize how fragile my wayward human heart is, its pretty humiliating. No matter the intention I set (and maybe even accomplished) in the morning, by noon I almost forget that girl and the temporal things seem to completely consume me. How a few unmet expectations can haveContinue reading “A Song that Anchors”
As I sit here in real time wrestling with the conflicting paradoxes of my personal life, I am not lost to the weight and measure of this day – Good Friday. How the tragic destruction of someone so guiltless is considered GOOD. How through his death we are given life and the fullness of relationshipContinue reading “Holding tension”
“Now, instead of planting our solitude with our own dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter and companionship to which we do not even listen. It is simply there to fill the vacuum. When the noise stops there is no inner music to take its place. We must re-learn to be alone.”Continue reading “Solitude”
O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice; in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch. Psalm 5:3 Right now to be completely honest, I really don’t feel like waking up expectant. All three of my little ones must have concocted a plan (unbeknownst to me) to simultaneously need my attentionContinue reading “Waking Expectant”