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|

Our First Step Toward Change

Good morning... We are an essential part of God's response to the anguish of this world. We are in God, God is in us, and from this place of intimate connection, giving and taking, loving and being loved, we become God's living presence responding to our hurting world. Henri Nouwen's morning devotional from yesterday tangibly identifies the first step [...]

By |2020-07-14T08:58:01-04:00July 14th, 2020|Community, God's Love, Healing, Pain|

The Fierce Urgency Of Now

Good morning... Rayshard Brooks was fatally shot by a police officer in the parking lot of a Wendy's restaurant here in Atlanta on Friday night. Rayshard was twenty-seven years old, a father of three daughters and one stepson. Last night, protesters calling for reform took to the streets and closed down one of Atlanta's main arteries, interstate 75. [...]

By |2020-06-14T03:04:40-04:00June 14th, 2020|Community, Everyday life, God's Love, Healing, Pain|
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