It never ceases to amaze me: The sunrise. I sit on the back patio, my feet propped on a lawn chair, facing east. The sky is gray, the scattered clouds a steel-gray smudge. In the early morning pre-dawn, the colors around me blur. The birds sing their early morning songs: “Wake up, wake up, it’sContinue reading “In the Light of His Love”
“How cool is it that the same God who created mountains and oceans and galaxies looked at you and thought the world needed one of you, too.”
Psalms 139:13 “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” One pastime from which I derive much pleasure is making things with my hands. To take a piece of yarn and make an afghan is very satisfying. It is amazing that a flat piece of fabric becomes a dress,Continue reading “Working with Your Hands”
“Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365-page book. Write a good one.” Brad Paisley
Have you ever watched the potter at work? He centers a lump of clay on the wheel, creates a small indention in the middle, then pours water over the clay. As the wheel spins, his hands deftly shape the clay until he has created his pot in the exact shape he wants. In scripture GodContinue reading “The Potter”
“I believe that appreciation is a holy thing–that when we look for what’s best in a person we happen to be with at the moment–we’re doing what God does all the time. So in loving and appreciating our neighbors, we’re participating in something sacred.” Fred Rogers
I’m praying that each of us can lean on our God in our desperate times. He is our hope.
HANDS “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He cares for me.” Hands— large, small, rough, dirty, slender, graceful. Hands caress and soothe, Wiping away tears. Hands hit and wound, Cruelly inflicting pain. Hands, black with grime, Skillfully repair engines. Hands, manicured and perfumed, Lovingly arrange the roses. Hands, strong yet gentle, CarefullyContinue reading “Hands”