On Letting It All In
The same day that I read about Facebook being the 3rd largest country by population, I heard a radio ad for a local cable/Internet provider. They extolled the virtues and capabilities of their system: the highest speeds, ease in social media posting, and no boundaries to what you could access. They punctuated their claims with this catchy slogan: {name of company}...LET IT ALL IN. I have not been able to shake this out of my brain. "Let it all in...let it all in..." It just turns itself over and over. I love social media. I mean, just look at my sidebar! I have connected with, literally, hundreds of people with whom I would likely have never connected without it. I get a pulse on what's...
Blooming Abundant
A sweet friend of mine recently shared with me a phrase she found in one of her old journals. She wasn't sure, now, if they were her words or someone else's, and because I can't find them attributed to anyone else (let me know if you do), I will assume they are hers. So, Lisa, this is for you. An abundant life blooms on desert rock readied. Actually, it's not just for Lisa. It's for you, and me, too, and anyone else who has spent any amount of time circling in a dry, hot, dusty desert place. If we choose to go it alone in this barren land, it's likely to leave us hard and parched and cracked from lack of moisture. The blazing winds will blow like a furnace across our stony hearts, causing...
On Letting Go
I happen to love the show, "American Pickers." You know the one: Two guys from Iowa travel the country looking for people that collect stuff, in hopes that they'll be allowed to sift through it for "treasures." Sometimes, they "freestyle" and just size up a property for junk potential, surprising its occupants with a knock on the door, and a list of stuff they buy. Most of the time, it works for them, as a deer-in-headlights owner leads them to a stuffed-to-the-rafters barn to "pick" to their hearts' content. What I find most interesting, however, are the people who actually call the Pickers to come to their property. "We've got old cars, bicycle parts, and a complete collection of Hummel...
Through Their Eyes
We went to church yesterday, as is the usual case most Sunday mornings. It was a fine service and the message was about how we can strengthen the Body through our relationships, and the example we set for others. Certainly, it wasn't the first time I'd heard this message, but it might have been the most poignant and one I'll always remember, because, even though the pastor spoke like always, the message I heard was delivered by a mother and her 3-ish year old son in the fourth row. I love to worship through music. Sometimes, though, it can cause me to worship just as deeply when I see someone else completely engaged, as if they were alone in the room, with our Lord. Such was the case when...
Mimmie’s Heart: Letters to a Lilli #2
My darling Lilli…when you get to be as old as your Mimmie, you might start to realize there are things you wish you’d said more intentionally to your own kids, a long time ago; or, at the very least, had just said them better. I heard once that grandchildren can be a kind of “do-over.” I don’t agree with that entirely, for you are not mine to raise, day in and day out. However, because I am removed from the constancy of your daily care, I think those things that need saying can rise more easily, and with greater clarity, to the top of my heart. It’s my hope that this letter (and the ones to follow in years to come) will help make your life’s road a little easier to travel. Hello my wonder...