A good day. I am thankful.
Volunteered at a shelter, then a long, good workout, now home, eating peaches, contemplating making some almond milk hot chocolate, and beginning a Ngaio Marsh mystery book, while the fan whirs in the background with the last promise of summer.
Life is heavy, sometimes, in its wholistic measure, so let it be light in the small things.
Dear Father of Lights
Well it’s just you and me again here Lord.
And the hail swept in suddenly at the end of summer and brought fall with it.
Are we better alone or are we better with the with-it?
Is it always together/alone?
Everything can change in a blink and in a cold rush of air we’re standing on the edge of the world and it’s raining. And beautiful. Everything is crisp and…
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…
Julie Andrews is one of my favourite things, too. If I could package her up and send her to you as part of my giveaway, believe me, I would.
For now, though, I thought I’d make do with giving away a few other favourites of mine to one lucky winner. ***GIVEAWAY RULES UNDER THE CUT***
"Being “convicted” and “wrecked” all the time is too easy. Being cynical of church culture is too easy. Saying that we can “abuse grace” and “God is holy wrath” is too easy. Saying “you better not come at me with that guilt-fear-shame” is too easy.
You know what’s hard?
A balanced, thoughtful, nuanced, self-examining faith.
One that emerges from an increasingly accurate picture of God’s love AND God’s holiness.
One in which grace is both our rest AND resolve, in which God’s love is both our safe haven and our motivation.
What’s hard is to cultivate a faith that has room for sinners like you and me, for hypocrites who don’t get it yet, for bloggers who disagree with us, for Christians who love Jesus even if they differ on the way they do church, and for Pharisees and liberals and everyone in-between and beyond."
This is a letter I wrote a few months back to a missionary friend.
When you said before that you’re afraid, I understood it. You’re afraid that you will be forgotten. That even though those you love will continue to love you, there won’t be a place for you in their lives, that you will be passively missed instead of actively, and that as time goes by, you will be missed less and less.…