I love a well-cultivated garden and neat rows of corn and sorghum, without weeds sticking out among them. Wheat fields, without weeds, are gorgeous just before harvest when those golden grains toss in the wind like waves in the ocean. Even so, there is beauty in the weeds. Take a thistle, for example. The plantContinue reading “Beauty in the Weeds”
Category Archives: Christian devotion
Cleaning the Stove
This morning I cleaned my stove. You know, took out the burners and the drip pans and cleaned all the accumulated gunk. Most of it wiped up easily, but a few spots took a little elbow grease and some steel wool pads. Before long, the stove looked shiny and (nearly) new. As I worked, myContinue reading “Cleaning the Stove”
Fields of Grace
During my walk, a song kept running through my head: “Dancing with my Father God in fields of praise.” In my mind, I changed “praise” to “grace.” I heard these words in my head: “Dancing with my Father God in fields of grace.” My feet kept the rhythm as I walked and contemplated those words.Continue reading “Fields of Grace”
As the Deer Pants for Water (Audio Version)
As The Deer Pants for Water
In summer the hot sun scorches the earth. The brittle grass browns and breaks. Moisture-starved leaves yellow and flutter to the ground. The baked earth, cracked in every direction, cries for rain. Insects buzz in erratic dances—nothing else moves. The stifling heat rises in waves. Safe in her thicket, the deer stirs. Hot and parched,Continue reading “As The Deer Pants for Water”
Buoy Me Up (Audio Version)
Buoy Me Up
The ocean is relatively flat in this sheltered harbor. Gentle swells buoy my husband and me up and down as we tread water 50 yards from the shore. We’re more accustomed to clear, flat, chlorinated swimming pools. Swimming in the ocean is a rare treat. Quickly we notice the buoyancy of the salt water isContinue reading “Buoy Me Up”
The Eyes Have It
The Eyes Have It As I taught the simple rhythm game, dozens of pairs of dark brown eyes danced with glee. Huge smiles covered the faces of the beautiful children sitting on the floor with me in this church in the poorest section of Matamoros, Mexico. In spite of the language barriers—the children spokeContinue reading “The Eyes Have It”
At a Snail’s Pace
During a recent walk, I noticed a tiny snail, its shell no bigger than a dime. It appeared motionless, but when I knelt down for a zoomed-in photo, I could see its forward progress. Ever so slowly, it traveled, a millimeter at a time, across the sidewalk. Satisfied with my photo, I continued my walk.Continue reading “At a Snail’s Pace”
Growing Our Faith Together 