They celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness.Psalm 145:7 I was thankful for clear roads as I dropped off our daughter at the airport for what ended up being a long wait to fly home. As I drove home, buffeted by winds under a threatening sky, I thought about what makes Thanksgiving possibly …
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Bird Song
Sing to the LORD a new song; Sing to the LORD, all the earth. Psalm 96:1 A blackbird sings outside my window. It is the sound of fall, reminding me of my childhood, when blackbirds would feast in our almond trees. The air was filled with their rich chorus.I am always grateful for bird song. The bird may be singing his song of woe, but to me, it is a life-affirming sound of hope and beauty. Can we find hope in human songs of woe? Maybe just the fact that we can be open and …
The Rock
The rock is a ghost in the mist. I have captured its form countless times with a camera and many more with my mind's eye. I know it is there - strong, rugged, unmoved by the pounding surf. Yet, I cannot see it fully on this foggy morning. The morning we must leave this place and go back to our lives. In reality, though, our lives followed us here, intruding on what was supposed to be a relaxing beach getaway. …
Can Simplicity Be Simple?
At the end of each summer, our part of town celebrates "stuff" - Grandma's unwanted china, T-shirts, board games. Odds and ends that fill closets, attics and garages. Technically, it is the annual Niles Antique Faire and Flea Market. Over time, it has become an area-wide yard sale. People wander by with backpacks, bags, strollers and wagons, searching for treasure. Treasure is unique to each shopper and thus the hunt. It is a festive time with huge crowds and street fare to tide them over. I often find at least one thing that I can't …
When Peace is Shattered
Once again violence shakes the nation, and we wonder what will secure peace. Sadly, we are part of a fallen world and short of glory, there will always be hatred and racism and violence. In the vacuum created by a lack of political will, the nation seems to think that the killing is inevitable. We look for emergency exits; we walk our kids through active shooter drills. We are sad, angry and feel powerless. But remember that peace -- that deep sense of harmony, wholeness, and healths even in the midst of chaos -- is a choice. We achieve it by fixing our attention on God, choosing thankful prayer over …
SMALL MOMENTS FULL OF GRACE 