How can it be that i can see, so much in front of me…? And how can I be unable to reflect so little of what it within? The playground lays before me, children play, yell, run. With smiles and…
The children Play
Tagged with: grief, loss, memory, narnia, orphans, Words still fail us, writing
Posted in Reflections of God, Uncategorized
Posted in Reflections of God, Uncategorized
10 facts about infidelity
Originally posted on ideas.ted.com:
Love isn’t so much an emotion, says biological anthropologist Helen Fisher, as it is a brain system, one of three that’s related to mating and reproduction. It’s those other two systems that explain why…
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Five things they should have told me before I was ordained. No, Six.
A good sense of the path before many, and traveled already by more. Thanks for the awareness and honest truth…
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Silence speaks at the end of a beginning.
Late again and still my discipline dies, at least resigns in yet another defeat. I should be in bed reading or sleeping. I should be writing or happily sleeping. I should be hungry and losing weight, gaining will power to…
Tagged with: faith, out, self awareness. journal. faithless
Posted in Saying God's speed; heaven awaits., Uncategorized
Posted in Saying God's speed; heaven awaits., Uncategorized
Silenced by fear
In the absence my explanation is I am just too busy. I have yearned to write. I miss it. But it is work and the rough places are truths that stare me down I trust it will come yet I…
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The Generous Stallion
The Generous Stallion. Learning the gracious life we enjoy, is deepened as we share it…and risk it for those animals of passion in the wild, and within! thanks Mike. and of course thanks Bill.
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The team goes down
It could be any team. But it is the one you love. Why? Geography or player? Still it makes no sense why it calls forth that emotion from within. There must be something else? Have you put your faith in…
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Mother’s Day review and father’s too.
It is past now. The celebration of maternal grace and goodness that often is most profound in a mother’s life and love for “her” children. But alas hear again of the pain for some that cannot be shared on or…
Privilege to be Pastor
You often hear more than you want to know. But you know what you hear is truth, hard. You hear the deeper cries for “how” or “how much more?” For some, it is cathartic, healing, sharing burdens and blessings. For…
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What Dusti Saw
What Dusti Saw. A remembrance of a woman of faith, living hope, and inspiring love. How she influenced so many and guided the youth of a church, the young of many churches to know the grace of God living…
