Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
This is the second week of high school for my two fast-becoming-men sons. I dropped them off feeling that familiar threat, "They're never going to believe you Sheila. They're never going to love Jesus." That voice of accusation, lies and hopelessness that likes to try and tempt me to give up. Whatever that means. But… Continue reading The Mother of Moses: Preaching my essay to myself this morning
I have about ten tabs open on my laptop for places to submit articles in the coming days. I submitted one today to Desiring God. We shall see. I feel a little like that woman who touched Jesus in the crowds of people pressing against him. She probably thought, "There's no way he's going to… Continue reading End of the day (very brief) thoughts: The stomach flu, Nuclear war and writing
There's a lot of waiting on God in the Bible. Joseph's waits in prison, wrongly accused. Israel waits in captivity, suffering for her idolatry. Roman occupied Jerusalem waits for the Messiah after centuries of hearing nothing from God. And we wait for Christ's return while we sow the seed of his gospel sojourning here. Waiting… Continue reading 4 Ways to Unwrap the Gift of Waiting on God
(has nothing to do with the post, just a pretty pic i took a long time ago)I'm not going to over think this post too much. I had minor surgery today and am still feeling drunk on leftover anesthesia/fentanyl/percocet. Consider yourself and the three other people reading this warned.In the past few weeks I've been… Continue reading post anesthesia thoughts
I want to be a better writer. I've decided to challenge myself to a series of writing prompts, which I plan to post here. Writing for me is a way to digest life. Reading what others have written is like going out to dinner. Journaling is like making my own meal. Writing publicly on… Continue reading Sunday Thoughts
Merriam-Webster defines a writer as: (noun) One that writes.Big shocker.I've been writing, well since I was about 5. First just letters, then short, three word sentences without punctuation, then onto complete sentences and paragraphs. By seventh grade when I had Mrs. Spicer for English I was writing essays and stories and poems and loving it.… Continue reading confessions and desires of a world-digesting writer/eater cell
I haven't written consistently over the past few years. In fact, I stopped blogging and journaling about 4 years ago when my husband and I separated. I felt like God shut my mouth (or hands). In part I couldn't write publicly because I was afraid of what would come out and the further damage it… Continue reading Refuge in the Unchangeable.
I'm thinking of changing my blog title to: Sojourning Sheila {and so I did}.What I write reflects who I am. Six years ago, when I started blogging, I was inspired by the beauty of making a home and being a helper Imago Dei. I'm still inspired, yet, refined. Several years ago, my vision of being… Continue reading Sojourning Sheila
I heard this story the other day on the radio about a woman who was boarding a plane:A woman was in a hurry to get to her plane from the airport shop she was in, so she grabbed a bag of cookies and a magazine, hurried to her gate and got to her seat. Once the… Continue reading Sunday Stories
What a day. A Husband out of town day. A 3rd grader book report day. A PERFECT Phoenix-area fall weather day! Its a tease though. I wish it would stay that way. Next week it supposed to be in the mid 90's again. I'm ready for sweaters, and spice candles, and pumpkin spice lattes. I googled… Continue reading Book report day
