Pain Is Never Wasted

Good morning... I didn't say a thing aloud, but my heart was crying out to God, shedding quiet tears, sharing the anguished lament of loved ones, hoping with all my heart, soul, and mind for the complete healing of a young woman about to undergo surgery for brain cancer. She and her young husband were separated in different [...]

By |2020-12-06T03:42:58-05:00December 6th, 2020|God's Love, Pain, Prayer|

Serenity In The Center

Good morning... Most of the art around our home was created by people I know and love. Corrine Adams creations. Sally Mitchell originals. Photography by Jo Reeves and Karey Walter. Steve Penley, who bought and is now selling our old home. Paintings by Gina MacFarland, our SueToYou.com website designer. Creative expressions of our kids and family photos from [...]

By |2020-11-29T13:20:22-05:00November 29th, 2020|Pain, Peace, Trust God|

I Didn’t Expect To Cry

Good morning... I didn't expect to cry when it was my turn to share. The four of us have connected over the phone for two hours every month since finishing our spiritual direction training program in August of 2017. We live in different towns, in different states, but at 9:00 am on the third Monday of each month, [...]

By |2020-11-23T04:54:00-05:00November 23rd, 2020|God's Timing, Pain, Silence And Solitude|

Lifted From Grief

Good morning... "I loved your devotional about feeling "torn to pieces" and God pulling us out of the hole," she wrote, referring to our exploration of Psalm 40:2 (VOICE), He reached down and drew me out of the deep, dark hole where I was stranded, mired in the muck and clay. With a gentle hand, He pulled me [...]

By |2020-10-21T03:12:16-04:00October 22nd, 2020|Depression, Grief, Healing, Pain, Trust God|

Being Bulldozed

Good morning... Our Writers' Group from church has been meeting regularly since 2008, supporting the growth of God within one another. On Tuesday night a small group of us enjoyed a spur of the moment, "pop-up" gathering in one woman's back yard. "Gals," the hostess wrote the next day. "Had I known our dinner last night would be [...]

By |2020-10-11T19:15:14-04:00October 9th, 2020|Grief, Pain, Peace, Trust God|

Seek My Peace

Good morning... Walking our dog in the cool of the morning, I found a black acorn for the first time ever. Returning home, I googled, "Why are some acorns black?" Here I found a simple answer: "Producing black acorns is a sign of stress. Immature seeds die mid-growth, with the stalk, or pedicle, withering on the twig." Stress. [...]

By |2020-10-08T04:08:17-04:00October 8th, 2020|Community, Everyday life, Pain, Peace, Trust God|

The Balm Of One Boy

Good morning... I woke with one word on my mind. Balm. I can't even remember the last time I used "balm" in a sentence. When have you thought "balm" recently? When a weird word wakes me, I love treasure-hunting for the gift God may want to give. Here is what I found. A balm is a soothing substance [...]

By |2020-10-06T06:33:13-04:00October 6th, 2020|Community, God's Love, Healing, Pain|

“Who Will You Vote For?”

Good morning... We wrapped up in blankets and sat in the cool autumn air beneath our back porch. Leftover stress lingered from the night before; we both had witnessed the ugly verbal street fight called a presidential debate. The leaf blowers from our neighbor's lawn guys were screaming loudly, relentlessly. It was symbolically perfect for the moment at [...]

By |2020-10-01T07:53:19-04:00October 1st, 2020|Anxiety, Discernment, Pain, Prayer, Trust God|

Pain. Fear. Anxiety.

Good morning... As we walked our dog along the bank of the Chattahoochee River, my husband told me about a Richard Rohr meditation that helped him visual prayer in a helpful new way. At my request, he shared with me Rohr's writing, and now I pass the important portion along to you. ****** Excerpt from Richard Rohr's morning [...]

By |2020-09-30T09:19:49-04:00September 30th, 2020|Anxiety, Pain, Prayer, Transformation, Trust God|

The Power Of Patience

Good morning... "The mind wakes, comes to life again," writes Anne Morrow Lindbergh in Gift from the Sea. "Not in a city sense - no - but beach-wise. It begins to drift, to play, to turn over in gentle careless rolls like those lazy waves on the beach. One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers [...]

By |2020-09-28T07:02:03-04:00September 28th, 2020|Community, Everyday life, Pain, Trust God|
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