Even if he’s in a dead sleep or in another zone… He doesn’t mind waking up to play… And this is what I totally love about cats… No matter what they are doing, it pales in comparison to batting a stick or chasing a ball of yarn… Oh yeah, he’s into it now. This is…
haiku: my distant pity…
compassion is bread and salve, my distant pity is a waste of time
‘I Would Give My Final Breath to… ‘
My husband brought back some compelling photos of Ethiopia this trip. While I was perusing them, this old Steve Fry song rose up in my spirit and ministered to me so much as I kept leafing through the pictures. I felt the Lord saying to me, “If you want to know me, then look at…
‘Drawing Down Graces’
I have been savoring Brother Lawrence’s book, “The Practice of the Presence of God,” and have been deeply impacted by its timeless message of spiritual intimacy through the mundane rituals of life. Yesterday morning this quote moved me to tears, ” … the trust we put in God honors Him and draws down great graces……
old journals…
yellowed pages of yesteryears’ poems… my life revealed and concealed
Light Bulb in a Moscow Graveyard
Life is full of revelations, and some of them I have chronicled here in my blog over the last two years… it seems many of them come to me late in life… The first time Wayne and I visited Moscow and walked through the graveyard of their Russian leaders I had a moment of illumination……
The Awe Factor
The heavens are doing a good job declaring the glory and awesomeness of a loving God without our help!
Two Good Questions…
Log on here.
The End of All Words…
Through the years, I have done my fair share of counseling. The truth is this: It is not my favorite aspect of the ministry. I groan silently when I hear of someone becoming a counselor or actually majoring in counseling in college. Doesn’t that sound cold hearted and distant coming from a missionary… even worse…
I Bowed to Worship Another…
I relished a trip to Amherst, Massachusetts, a few years ago with my family. A long-time writing heroine of mine, Emily Dickinson and I had an appointment. I could hardly wait to visit her childhoold home. I consider Dickinson America’s best poet, exceeding the writings of Frost, Whitman, Sandburg, and Emerson… even contemporary poets like…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 