After weeks of brilliant blue skies, summer’s long-exhaled goodbye, the rain recently returned to my corner of the Pacific Northwest. Three years in this part of the world have taught me winter rain is a fact of life.
Prepare the way of the Lord, a call. Hearts open, we make space.
In the giving
In the taking away
In the sun and the rain
You love me everlasting
Even in my ungratefulness
Breathing new life into my soul
Adding flesh and fortifying my weary bones
But God cannot be defined.Will not be confined. He is the breaker of shackles, the destroyer of chains.
Happy anniversary to the enduring love of my life.
Repentance and reconciliation, not only do they sound right together (yay for alliteration!), but they go together, hand-in-hand. There can be NO reconciliation without repentance. Because without repentance there is no humility, no regret, no change, no moving forward. The need for reconciliation stems from a break, an impasse of sorts, in which our will…
And though it's bittersweet, we leave you with this house, this home, where babies and a marriage grew up. Where life happened, and nearly ten years worth of laughter and love soaked into each and every room, turning this house into a home.
But I was made for more, much more.
Setting forth in the direction He's called, Ready to dance among the stars. The weight of the world lifts at last As I follow with my whole heart. Feel the sunshine on your hair, girl? Those raindrops on your tongue? Smell the sweet, cool air of mountains? Sand tickling toes as you run? Traveling this road of…
The weight of her in my arms, unchanged by time. The smell of her sweet, musky joy so pure. Traces of the baby she was play across a woman's face. The full, ebullient round of my love, the swell of heart, it's almost too much to bear. Yet we endure in this dance, She as…