Part 2 The Long Mynd

“I sometimes wonder if all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.” CS Lewis On our second evening in Norbury at The Crown B & B, we heard about a Eucharist service that evening at the St Michael’s and All Angels’ church. Just a short walk from the pub, we grew eager to attend the liturgy…

The Right to Speak

Sometimes you must engage in a dozen or more casual conversations before you earn the right to speak into someone’s life. It is worth it! There is a proper order for leaders as well as lay people to offer a significant hand in bringing healing to the hurting and making disciples. There is so much…

Healing

Healing The river of disappointment and sorrow—the one that catches in your throat and you swallow back, the one that stings your eyes hot with betraying tears—if you release that pain to stream freely, it will push out, out to empty itself into the vast deep of the salty ocean brine that scrubs clean the…

1000 Generations!

My maternal grandmother and mother have been the caretakers of an old Bible that belonged to my great grandparents, William and Grace Coston. It’s huge and heavy—almost too big and cumbersome to read from my lap. The tattered leather cover is bound by an old brass clasp, and it’s pages are yellowed and fragile. Both…

DAYSPRING

DAYSPRING,  noun: The dawn; the beginning of the day, or first appearance of light. Webster’s 1828 I’m a huge fan of morning! My husband is too. Usually you marry the opposite; but in this case, we are alike—up early and sitting in the dark waiting for the dawn. I might add usually with joy! This is…

Summer Garden

I can stand for hours in the midst of a summer garden—awash in silence— save a symphony of lilting birdsong, babbling brook, and the rustling of wind through weeping willows, the wild lilac, and dripping wisteria. I can wait there—longer than the darkness and sorrow of night—longer than the brassy banging of a mad world….

‘Sugar Plum Fairy Road Kill’

Here is our beloved dog, Tiki. I hate to call her a dog. She is more people than canine and one of my best friends. Always chipper, never moody, almost always obedient, willing to cuddle at any given moment, never demanding, I have few companions like her. What is surprising about our relationship is that everyone who…

Awakenings

Divided by long, prosaic interludes, life is a series of awakenings. I don’t know about you, but I have had several “revelations” that have so desperately influenced me that they have divided my life into two parts: before and after. Sometimes awakenings have occured because of unexpected happenings; while at other times, the most mundane things have grabbed my attention and…

The Ghost of You

Gently, you come and go. I feel you everyday when I connect. I know you have been here. I feel you here. I notice that you have read certain posts and have ignored others; some you have read over and over.  Sometimes you leave a comment, a referrer line, or the wisp of a click. Sometimes you leave no…