The well isn’t totally dry
I’ve been eratic about posting of late. I can make all manner of excuses: busy, busy, busy. Or not much to say. Or too much to say. The truth is I’ve set some standards for myself that are sufficiently difficult to attain so they give me the opportunity to just not do…
Be still, and know that I am God
Be still and know that I am God. A command to a prophet, a command to me. Of late, I have felt this call growing stronger and stronger. It’s not to name God. Naming is good for control or some power over things. To name something, especially a fear, but also an…
Life under the deck (more lessons from the dog)
There’s something living under a part of our deck – my guess is chipmunks, but I’ve never seen them. What I have watched is Gracie’s fascination with whatever is there. (Grace is a black mini-schnauzer) She stops suddenly, ears at attention,…
Am I still breathing?
In Kings I there is the story of Elijah looking for the Lord to pass by his cave – there’s a fierce wind, but the Lord is not in the wind, then there is an earthquake that shakes the earth, but the Lord isn’t in the earthquake. After the earthquake…
How Can I Keep from Singing?
There’s an old (Shaker?) hymn that has been keeping me company of late: My life flows on in endless song; Above earth’s lamentation I hear the sweet though far off hymn That hails a new creation: Through all the tumult and the strife I hear the music ringing;…