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Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Inspired by . . . past Write 31 series



Over the last few years, October has become one of my favorite months. It's almost like a second spring here in south Texas. As the heat subsides, the plants can stop fighting just to live and put their energy back into blooming! My garden really puts on a show this time of year.

October's golden glow is just one more thing to love. There is something different about the morning light this time of year. It's like liquid gold seeping through the curtains and coaxing me out of bed in the morning.

Texas may not have four seasons like other parts of the US but there are hints of change and I enjoy celebrating each one.

Another thing I've always looked forward to in October is the #write31days challenge. I wasn't going to be able to participate this year, but I was still sad to learn that 2018 was the last year of the official challenge. 

I first participated back in 2014 and every year since, save one. Each year proved to be a unique blessing. The series are always available here on the blog but as we begin our journey into October I wanted to highlight them again in hopes that you will find something to love.

31 Days of Joy

31 Days Praying the Names of God

31 Days in the Psalms

31 Days Hymns of Faith

The official #write31days challenge may be over but I hope there are bloggers out there who are continuing to challenge themselves on their own. Focusing on a theme and writing about it each day has proven to be a rewarding experience. One I'm sure I will revisit in the future!

Blessings,









Saturday, September 7, 2019

Inspired by . . . expectant





For whom do you wait expectantly?

Your kids? Your husband? A long-awaited visit from loved ones?

Growing up I can remember waiting expectantly for the NJ cousins to arrive for Christmas at our farm in VT. I would fly to the window every time I thought I heard a car coming up the drive! Anticipation would build until, finally, their station wagon would pull in! 

Immediately the fear would set in, even as I raced down the stairs and out the door to greet them. Would they still like me? Would the girls still want to play with Barbies? But then they would pile out of the car and we'd grin at each other and the fun would begin!

These intense emotions from my childhood are but a glimmer of what it will be like to meet Jesus. No comparison really but they are all I have. 

Today, when the door opens, who do I expect to see? My husband, of course. Yet my soul longs for Jesus. I anticipate His coming and long for His return.

Do we do this naturally? I don't think so. It's a discipline learned and born within us as we read His word and draw closer into a relationship with Him. The anticipation grows as our love for Him grows.

"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I do hope."

And then, when He finally does appear, I think I will be struck dumb with fear! If only for a moment. Will He welcome me? Dare I approach HIM?

And then I will run, fly even, into His outstretched arms. Because... to whom shall I go? You, Lord, have the words of eternal life. 

"Surely, I am coming quickly." Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!

Shalom,





Monday, August 5, 2019



Yesterday, I watched a titmouse eating a persimmon fruit. Suddenly the fruit came detached from the branch. Imagine his delight! That is until he tried to fly away! The fruit was much too big for him to carry and eventually he had to let it fall to the ground.

This got me thinking about the fruit and the vine. The obvious analogy is that we need to stay connected to Jesus in order to produce fruit and flourish. 

After watching Mr (or Mrs?) Titmouse I think the further lesson is that we need to hold our blessings, our gifts, the fruit that God gives us in this life, close to the Vine, too.

Too often we receive these things with joy and then forget Who gave them in the first place. We move them into the "this is mine" pile. As you may have discovered, things held too tightly become blackened and bruised.


Allowing God to hold our blessings gives us the freedom to enjoy them with both hands!


Shalom,