Dust Motes And Carpet Debris
As I lowered myself to the floor I realized that circumstance is what led to this place, but conviction is what met me between the dust motes and carpet debris. This posture of submission and out pouring of the heart should be my daily habit before grogginess completely escapes my body, but alas it is not. It is often the pulling open of my eyelids by a hungry child that begins my day.
Letter to Readers
I wanted to take a moment to share with you some exciting news! I know that you have not heard from my heart for awhile now, but know that my writing has not stopped but has increased.
Abundant Life of a Woman
I recently had the privilege of moderating a recent Sunday service in which I interviewed a panel of pastors wives regarding the abundant life of a woman.
And We Know
I slowly descended the softly padded stairs following the sound of my children's giggles. Freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. Gentle chiding floated to my ears as my husband attempted to make the children wait for Mom before they began their anticipated hunt for gooey chocolate eggs.
The Washing
I pulled the soft pink jacket off of the hook by the front door and helped my child slide her arms into the sleeves. The coat was a disgusting mess and in need of a good turn in the washing machine, so I had done just that the night before.
The Yellow Brick Road
I saw my husband's head bent down over his computer. I approached him with a tender spirit. He shared with me that he has hit a wall, so I shared with him that we needed to pray. A most obvious answer, but pray together we did with knees on the floor and a heart ripped open before the throne.
Host of the Flame
You and I are standing in front of a wild fire. The flames are searing so close to your face you can feel the heat licking your tender skin. This fire appears to be consuming everything in its path; a rampage of death and destruction. I hand you a bible and tell you to throw it into the fire. Go ahead, toss it carelessly into the hungry flames. Do you hesitate?
The Afterglow
Tiny flecks of silver and gold litter the hallway. The microscopic bits do not fail to catch my attention as they taunt me with their shine and shimmer underneath the hot bright lights. It appears that nearly everything in my home was covered in glitter by a little fairy who swept herself from room to room dusting her confections upon my clean furniture.
Passed
I lifted the time-worn angel from the large storage box. Her skirt of lace and linen a mass of aged yellow wrinkles. Cupped within each of her hands is a tiny bulb that serves as the tip of a candle. Her painted on face resembles the curious grin of the famous Mona Lisa. I hold her carefully in one hand as I carefully smooth out the folds of her tangled gown.
The Map
In our culture we are often encouraged to map out our lives; map out our future. We're all trying to put our mark on the map one way or another.
Mouldy Berries
The kitchen counter was cluttered with an array of treasures all hauled home from the grocery store. As I began to unpack the few items from the last bag, my little one asked me for the ripe red raspberries that had yet to be put away in the fridge.
Never Too Late
Spicy aromas wafted through the crack in the door as my cold chapped hand pushed it open. Hot brewed goodness saturated the air. I anticipated my delicious first sip and the belly warmth that would follow. Bright colours contrasted with low dim lighting creating an engaging atmosphere.
Moth To A Flame
In frustration I laid my head upon the worn pillow. There rarely exist a lengthy span of time where I do not hear my name called out in curiosity; in desperate need. Frustration appears to be my constant companion these last few days.
Consequences
While I was running an errand on the other side of town, I decided none to wisely to stop into a furniture store to take a look at something I have been wanting to see in person. Looking at something through the filtered lens of a glossy computer image does not give proper perspective and a realistic view.
Soul Scars
I was moving steadily with the flow of traffic trying to make my way to my destination in a reasonable amount of time. My young daughter's were in the backseat cheerfully singing along to the music playing in the car.
The Loving List
The water in the tub was warm. Soapy bubbles swayed their frothy tops to and fro as my eldest daughter scooped them up with her wrinkly hands only to blow them away.
To The Messy Girls
It was the kind of moment that is fleeting but oh, so raw. I took a deep breath in and muttered the swirl of emotions out.
Shiny New Spectacles
A week ago my youngest daughter, who is nearly three years old, received her first pair of glasses. This particular journey began the day I noticed her left eye wandering inward when she was trying to focus on my face as I was talking to her.
Her Best Yes
It was the end of a group session that my husband and I were participating in during a week away at a family Bible camp. What was supposed to be a discussion regarding parenting quickly became a Spirit-filled lapse of time that only God could have orchestrated in all His brilliance.
Code Yellow
The sun was high and warm, swiftly eating away the puddles of water left behind by a late night thunderstorm. I walked along the neatly paved pathway as our children ran ahead of us on route to the playhouses further up the walkway.
Rise from the Grassy Floor
My eyes were open and my mind racing, but I yearned for sleep to come. I curled up underneath the covers and allowed my tired mind to wander.
Photoshopped Life
The world looks so much prettier through the lens of an Instagram filter. It has a way of softening the edges creating a milky appearance that is pleasant to the human eye.
Three Little Words
It was early in the wee hours of the morning, a silver streak of moonlight still shining brightly through the dusty slats of the window blinds, when I awoke. I had been dreaming and woke up startled by three words I heard loudly in my spirit.
White Bread
The day began in a chaotic symphony of noise. One wanted their bread toasted. The other did not want their bread toasted. “It's just bread”, I try to argue as yogurt is smeared across the counter by curious little hands. There is no underwear left in the drawer apparently, and – of course- we are running late.
Dust Motes And Carpet Debris
As I lowered myself to the floor I realized that circumstance is what led to this place, but conviction is what met me between the dust motes and carpet debris. This posture of submission and out pouring of the heart should be my daily habit before grogginess completely escapes my body, but alas it is not. It is often the pulling open of my eyelids by a hungry child that begins my day.
Letter to Readers
I wanted to take a moment to share with you some exciting news! I know that you have not heard from my heart for awhile now, but know that my writing has not stopped but has increased.
Abundant Life of a Woman
I recently had the privilege of moderating a recent Sunday service in which I interviewed a panel of pastors wives regarding the abundant life of a woman.
And We Know
I slowly descended the softly padded stairs following the sound of my children's giggles. Freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. Gentle chiding floated to my ears as my husband attempted to make the children wait for Mom before they began their anticipated hunt for gooey chocolate eggs.
The Washing
I pulled the soft pink jacket off of the hook by the front door and helped my child slide her arms into the sleeves. The coat was a disgusting mess and in need of a good turn in the washing machine, so I had done just that the night before.
The Yellow Brick Road
I saw my husband's head bent down over his computer. I approached him with a tender spirit. He shared with me that he has hit a wall, so I shared with him that we needed to pray. A most obvious answer, but pray together we did with knees on the floor and a heart ripped open before the throne.
Host of the Flame
You and I are standing in front of a wild fire. The flames are searing so close to your face you can feel the heat licking your tender skin. This fire appears to be consuming everything in its path; a rampage of death and destruction. I hand you a bible and tell you to throw it into the fire. Go ahead, toss it carelessly into the hungry flames. Do you hesitate?
The Afterglow
Tiny flecks of silver and gold litter the hallway. The microscopic bits do not fail to catch my attention as they taunt me with their shine and shimmer underneath the hot bright lights. It appears that nearly everything in my home was covered in glitter by a little fairy who swept herself from room to room dusting her confections upon my clean furniture.
Passed
I lifted the time-worn angel from the large storage box. Her skirt of lace and linen a mass of aged yellow wrinkles. Cupped within each of her hands is a tiny bulb that serves as the tip of a candle. Her painted on face resembles the curious grin of the famous Mona Lisa. I hold her carefully in one hand as I carefully smooth out the folds of her tangled gown.
The Map
In our culture we are often encouraged to map out our lives; map out our future. We're all trying to put our mark on the map one way or another.
Mouldy Berries
The kitchen counter was cluttered with an array of treasures all hauled home from the grocery store. As I began to unpack the few items from the last bag, my little one asked me for the ripe red raspberries that had yet to be put away in the fridge.
Never Too Late
Spicy aromas wafted through the crack in the door as my cold chapped hand pushed it open. Hot brewed goodness saturated the air. I anticipated my delicious first sip and the belly warmth that would follow. Bright colours contrasted with low dim lighting creating an engaging atmosphere.
Moth To A Flame
In frustration I laid my head upon the worn pillow. There rarely exist a lengthy span of time where I do not hear my name called out in curiosity; in desperate need. Frustration appears to be my constant companion these last few days.
Consequences
While I was running an errand on the other side of town, I decided none to wisely to stop into a furniture store to take a look at something I have been wanting to see in person. Looking at something through the filtered lens of a glossy computer image does not give proper perspective and a realistic view.
Soul Scars
I was moving steadily with the flow of traffic trying to make my way to my destination in a reasonable amount of time. My young daughter's were in the backseat cheerfully singing along to the music playing in the car.
The Loving List
The water in the tub was warm. Soapy bubbles swayed their frothy tops to and fro as my eldest daughter scooped them up with her wrinkly hands only to blow them away.
To The Messy Girls
It was the kind of moment that is fleeting but oh, so raw. I took a deep breath in and muttered the swirl of emotions out.
Shiny New Spectacles
A week ago my youngest daughter, who is nearly three years old, received her first pair of glasses. This particular journey began the day I noticed her left eye wandering inward when she was trying to focus on my face as I was talking to her.
Her Best Yes
It was the end of a group session that my husband and I were participating in during a week away at a family Bible camp. What was supposed to be a discussion regarding parenting quickly became a Spirit-filled lapse of time that only God could have orchestrated in all His brilliance.
Code Yellow
The sun was high and warm, swiftly eating away the puddles of water left behind by a late night thunderstorm. I walked along the neatly paved pathway as our children ran ahead of us on route to the playhouses further up the walkway.
Rise from the Grassy Floor
My eyes were open and my mind racing, but I yearned for sleep to come. I curled up underneath the covers and allowed my tired mind to wander.
Photoshopped Life
The world looks so much prettier through the lens of an Instagram filter. It has a way of softening the edges creating a milky appearance that is pleasant to the human eye.
Three Little Words
It was early in the wee hours of the morning, a silver streak of moonlight still shining brightly through the dusty slats of the window blinds, when I awoke. I had been dreaming and woke up startled by three words I heard loudly in my spirit.
White Bread
The day began in a chaotic symphony of noise. One wanted their bread toasted. The other did not want their bread toasted. “It's just bread”, I try to argue as yogurt is smeared across the counter by curious little hands. There is no underwear left in the drawer apparently, and – of course- we are running late.
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