Posts tagged "Finding God"

Wait With Me

“One of the greatest strains in life is the strain of waiting for God.” Oswald Chambers I sift through the most difficult times of my life, draw circles around painful periods, connect the dots between each hard part, every challenging chapter. As I take inventory of my almost sixty years, I find that in some way every important page holds a story of waiting. Often my waiting felt like wading...

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What Makes a Life

The alert sounds just as I pull into my parking spot at work. The front passenger tire has low pressure. I hear the hiss of air streaming out of the tire as soon as I get out of the car. Happy Monday. But I've been here before, so I don't panic. I let my lunch date know I'll have to miss her in lieu of getting my tire patched at...

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On Learning To See

Lately, I"ve been slowly savoring every word of Annie Dillard's, Pilgrim At Tinker Creek. I'd seen her book quoted numerous times by some of my favorite friends around the internet and finally, when I could stand it no more, I bought myself a copy and started reading the day the mail carrier left if on my doorstep. She opens chapter two, Seeing, by describing how as a child, she used...

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On Finding And Receiving The Light

Even on the grey days there is light. I tell myself remember this truth and always go looking with heavy-laden hope. Be open, expectant, hopeful that it will find me, embrace me in my place of waiting. Sometimes I’m waiting on the edge of the shadows. On the cusp. But we find each other, the light and I. Advent reminds us to wait for the Light. We are the wisemen,...

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Finding Your Welcome Again And How Tomato Soup Can Heal

We spent the summer mostly by the pool. Those plastic loungers acted as a cradle of respite for me, a safe, uninterruptible space for me to wrestle with my angst related to community and a wound that oozed far longer than seemed reasonable. I was near militant about our pool going. Mostly, the kids were on board, but even on days when they turned their toes in and sighed, again?!...

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The Joy of Remaining and Watermelon

This summer has been marked by rhythms which are a bit off beat. Perhaps they are syncopated, mostly beautiful, but different. As women we establish routines and traditions, often following the seasons and the calendar as we make our life within our family and home. Our old normal, the paradigm we grew accustomed to when our children were young was one of embracing summer, racing headlong into the three month...

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In Which A Meal Is My Only Goal

Life has been a little weird for me. Maybe weird is a bad description? Maybe unstable is better. Maybe for the first time in my life I am truly grappling with those old words from Paul, “For I do not understand what I am doing, because I do not practice what I want to do, but I do what I hate.” Romans 7:15 (HCSB). Is the visceral understanding of these...

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How to Find Hope in a World of Contrasts

Inhaling the aromas of fresh paint mingling with unadulterated wood and carpet, I step inside the still, empty house and wait for the new homeowners to flick lights on in every room. A canvas of quiet green in the entryway welcomes when wall scones illuminate the darkness. As five friends gather in the kitchen to bless the house, my mind becomes a filmstrip of memories freeze framing between fragments of...

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A Feast of Peppermint Jo-Jo’s: On the Couch with Jesus

Last Christmas our son was a fresh three months old, fitting neatly into six month onesies and footie pajamas with smiling husky puppies on the feet. The weather was unnaturally warm for December but we lived in the caution of RSV and ordinary colds—things that can land our little one in the hospital—so I don’t remember much of the outdoors. I think the leaves fell, wet with the December rains,...

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Neighbor Man Cometh

One Christmas Eve my husband and I invited our flannelled, bushy-bearded neighbor man to join us for our family’s traditional, holiday meal. We’d known him for a few years. He used to come to his country property every weekend to camp out, but come one Sunday night, rather than leave for the city, he moved into his camp trailer. Permanent. I sometimes saw him at the outlet store where dented...

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