The problem with starting over and the hope of redemption

Photo by Olya Kobruseva on Pexels.com In the past weeks I've heard nearly the same quote from every weary person I've encountered, “I can’t wait for 2020 to be over.” Today, the sun rose on 2021 and death, disease and evil are still among us. Even in us. New years bring with them an idea… Continue reading The problem with starting over and the hope of redemption

Christ will redeem what seems like will never happen

Tonight after 13 hours at the hospital, I walked out my back door with my dog Lukas, and we made our way, as usual, the half acre back to where the chickens and goats were already roosting and chewing their cud under the stars. While I was filling up their empty water buckets, despising the… Continue reading Christ will redeem what seems like will never happen

Oh for Shalom

Oh for understanding each other for accepting our differences no, embracing them. Oh for fulfillment when we can serve others and not feel depleted. Oh for contentment with our status no striving for what's our neighbors. Oh for a deep breath for rest for no resentment. Oh for a joy that blooms in our hearts… Continue reading Oh for Shalom

Sojourner

Do you know my home? You look at me blank, you don't understand I speak a language foreign I try to explain point use my hands but your wrinkled brow answers my reason. Do you know my home? I'm looking for kin, longing for another who knows our tongue. I'm young in the language our… Continue reading Sojourner

Living from a gospel-transformed identity

I've been wrestling with how to put to words what God has been teaching me about my identity from John 13 for the past year.  Yesterday I found someone with the words I've been looking for. In the Preparing our Hearts for Easter: A Lenten Devotional, day 38 titled, "The Washing" the author writes reflecting… Continue reading Living from a gospel-transformed identity

April fools, Easter, the Prodigal and my son

  I wonder what the son who betrayed his father's love and provision, left home squandered it all and came back seeking restoration was like the years before he decided to leave.  I wonder if he resisted his father's love and discipline.  I wonder if he threatened that as soon as he was of age,… Continue reading April fools, Easter, the Prodigal and my son