Father, I love the beauty of storm and the meetings they carry. The thunder rumbling depth through airy clouds. The lightning cracking silhouettes across the darkened skies. The blows and shifts of the wind; the mystery of its origin and strength. Trees, branches, leaves; rustling, swaying, bending. The drips then drops of rain. The power... Continue Reading →
Flakes whirring. Firs wagging. O, the purity of snow.O, the power of wind. O, the peace of this wintery show.Father, praise you. Beauty. Jesus, praise you. Purchased. Spirit, praise you. Liberty. Freedom. Finally.
The small short flame flickers before me. It’s not a novel view, except perhaps here in our new home. This candle is a familiar companion. The stroke of a match and the waving orange blade is an element in my worship, my meeting, my becoming. It reminds me of God’s fiery love. Naturally wild, consuming,... Continue Reading →
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