Posts Tagged "grace"

Calm in the Storm

Posted by on Jun 29, 2016 in Articles | 4 comments

Calm in the Storm

Lightning streaked across the sky.  Thunder rumbled in the distance.  The rain didn’t come, but the humidity rose steadily, promising rain would come.  It was well after two in the morning, but I couldn’t sleep.  Sitting on the living room floor in front of the French doors that lead to my deck, with my terrified dog resting her head in my lap, I watched the seemingly endless lightning flashing through the dark.   What is it about storms that I just have to watch?  I have a good friend who is absolutely terrified of storms.  He was visiting one afternoon when a storm hit.  For...

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Running Water

Posted by on Apr 15, 2016 in Articles | 1 comment

Running Water

Gurgles and groans shouted from the spout.  I had pumped soap into my hand, turned the handle and expected water.  Instead, it was a series of burps and protests.  I also noticed that the toilet tank wasn’t filling with water.   “Great,” I thought.  “The water isn’t working.” I made my way down to the kitchen, checked the kettle for water and tested it to be sure it wasn’t still hot from breakfast.  Deeming it safe, I used some of it to rinse the soap from my hands.  Only a little, mind you.  I had a few bottles of spring water in the cellar, but other than that,...

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Reconciling the Grave

Posted by on Mar 31, 2016 in Articles | 1 comment

Reconciling the Grave

It’s quiet.  Birdsong rides on the gentle breeze rustling the leaves.  The sun is a faint glow in the east, not yet ready to dawn the day.  The women speak in hushed voices, their whispers filled with sadness and longing.  “Who will roll the stone away?” they wonder.  “It’s too heavy for us.”   What is it about graveyards that make people whisper?  Those who reside in the tombs are sleeping eternal.  Voices won’t wake them.  Why is laughter or singing or normal speech avoided?  Is it out of respect or some kind of fear?  For the women walking through this...

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Through the Desert to the Garden

Posted by on Mar 3, 2016 in Articles | 0 comments

Through the Desert to the Garden

The sun emblazoned the crystals of sand.  Any breath of breeze picked up the sand and carried it along, throwing it into my face before swirling it across the expanse.  The heat pressed down on me, and my thirst was overwhelming.  I knew I wasn’t alone.  Turning my head to the right, I sensed a friend.  To the left – apprehension, fear.  I couldn’t, however, see anyone.  Pulling my legs up to my chest and resting my head against my knees, I whispered, “Lord, what’s going on?  Where am I and why am I here?”   I gasped awake.  Sweat poured from my body.  I reached for...

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Sweet Gratitude and Joy

Posted by on Sep 25, 2015 in Articles | 0 comments

Sweet Gratitude and Joy

Yesterday was the first day of autumn.  The leaves started their turn a few weeks ago.  The trees around the house have been dropping seedlings and tiny berries since early September.  (During the night, it sounds like hail pounding the roof!)  The nights are cool, cool enough to fire up the furnace.  The squirrels are growing their fluffy tails to keep them warm during the winter that is soon to come.  They scamper around the yard, competing with the chipmunks for the best morsels to store away in their nests.  All the signs of the change of seasons are here.    I’m never...

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