a planted life | learning to love
Photo by Tim Douglas on Pexels.com I listened to Ashley Hales podcast, Finding Holy, the other day. Tish Warren Harrison, the guest, shared her desire to help the Church find a way, "...between capitulation and combativeness," in relating to those who see the world differently than they do. I'm always drawn to discussions about how... Continue Reading →
Remembering eternal, historical and experiential truths about God
My sons are now sixteen and eighteen, but the days of bending over to care for their needs seems like it was just yesterday. The years I spent investing my life in theirs felt like a mix of chaos, cherished moments and sheer exhaustion at the time. My mothering isn’t over, it’s just entered another... Continue Reading →
I didn't keep a journal during this pandemic. I wish I had. I find myself scrolling back through my iPhone calendar trying to figure out how many days we've been like this. Arizona "reopened" on May 15th. We're eight days into gyms, restaurants and many retail stores being open for business. But life is by... Continue Reading →
I cried You heard me You did not let pride win You healed my rotting heart You reached down and yanked me out of my self-made pit So I will sing I will run to you and thank you unashamed I will dance I will remember and not be silent.
"I will return her vineyards to her and transform the Valley of Trouble into a gateway of hope." Hosea 2:15 This verse came via email to me today like shade in the hot Arizona sun. I used to tolerate the heat in Arizona pretty well, but as the years have gone by, I haven't grown... Continue Reading →
How long till I see the fruit of what I cannot see? How many season? How many years? What if it takes my whole life and then I'm buried six feet under dirt and worms and grass and more seasons pass and... I cannot see the future days when there are no more weeds no... Continue Reading →
First I want to confess, I'm a coward by nature. I, like Pilate, avoid conflict, washing my hands of decisions that might cost me peace. Without the reigns of the Spirit of Jesus in my life, I would trot off down the path of keeping peace, shutting my mouth. I would disguise my passivity, hoping... Continue Reading →
If wrinkled Boomers with diabetes and heart disease amputations and hemiparesis are random collisions of worn out atoms draining our society of valuable resources... If the cost of rehabilitating the Grey Tsunami, aphasic from stroke, requiring a hoyer lift to move their paralyzed frames from bed to a rolling shower chair so nurses’ aides can... Continue Reading →
"Now Jericho was shut up inside and outside because of the people of Israel. None went out, and none came in. And the Lord said to Joshua, "See, I have given Jericho into your hand, with its king and mighty men of valor. You shall march around the city, all the men of war going... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 