Recently reading a question during my quiet time provoked a new perspective on my daily moments. The question was, “How would your days change if you knew each moment was spent on Holy Ground?” At first, I thought it an absurd proposition. Nothing about my days looked anything like Holy Ground. I spent my days pushing through the mundane to…
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Feeling as though I have unpacked carton after carton of emotional trauma only to scatter pieces all around me with no resolved place for them to go, exhaustion sets in. Perhaps it was a zeal to “get to the bottom” of my pain, or maybe short-sighted haste drove me on. Either way, I failed in finding the rest that heals…
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Watching the results of a localized drought on my garden, in the few stolen moments managed between work demands and personal responsibilities, I found my mind drifting to a favorite psalm, or rather two favorite psalms about a thirsty soul. A soul truly thirsty for God will not stop searching for Him no matter the chaos, demands or nagging nature…
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It was unexpected. Simply heading out in my yard with my dog, Shalom, like any other morning, and yet it felt as if time stood still. Though the promise of a heat wave loomed, dew sparkled in tiny iridescent rainbows on bright orange day lilies. Intoxicating, the breeze embraced my body, inviting me into a few stolen moments. Toes tickled…
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Walled in by green on every side, the sheer abundance of vibrant life took my breath away. Maybe it’s living in harmony with the surrounding farmlands, or maybe it’s the incredible aliveness of this season. But summer’s secret to a happy life was never more vivid. Every season invites us deeper into the treasures of Creator God, gifts which refresh,…
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Hope is a flower which blooms from the midst of our wounds. The wounds which seem to define every part of our being, past, present, and future. The same wounds which though they have formed scars, their pain is never forgotten. “Hope is a floweroffered by scarred handsPain blooming beauty.” For a weekend in June, about 35 creatives gathered in…
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I stumbled upon a unique connection between hospitality and Hope while sitting through a particular training at work a few weeks ago. Unable at the time to fully grasp the discovery, I continued to ponder around the borders until it all made sense. One morning it clicked into place, hospitality looks like Hope when we willingly meet people right where…
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These days are you hurried, harried or hopeful? The question popped into my mind as I felt restless during my morning quiet time. Sensing a rising urgency to finish up and move into my day, the question begged reflection. When we run into our days armed with a bloated agenda and unrestrained expectations, what are we leaving behind, or worse,…
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Tiptoeing through what felt like a minefield of mishaps and menaces while clinging to newfound Hope, I wondered how I might realize a more bulletproof Hope? The answer came in a rather shocking revelation; in fact, it came at a wedding accompanied by a miracle. Nurturing Hope through celebration was the most unusual advice I’d received in a long time….
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