Tag: seasons
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The Thing About Lament
If anything, this week, and the start of an new year, should call us to to our knees in prayer.
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The Babe, the Son of Mary
Christmas is coming soon as night falls on the fourth Sunday of Advent. The anticipation has felt a little more near this year with a snow fall and a cold snap that has kept the snow and ice from melting. When I look out the window and see my landscape bathed in white, I feel…
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Joy of Every Longing Heart
A deep blanket of fog lay thick all morning Saturday. The afternoon sun burned it off, with the December day becoming mild and bright. Morning fog lays low,Lifts, allowing sunshine onStreams of liquid light Despite the beautiful weather, my weekend was battered with burdens. The sunshine could not keep me afloat. Nor a brisk hike.…
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Pour Over Me Your Holiness
This Advent season, if you are looking for rest and renewal, draw on the living waters of Christ. It is a well that will never run dry.
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Delight of the sycamore leaf
The gifts of creation can be seen all around, One first must be looking for them to be found
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Disperse the Gloomy Clouds of Night
And all of a sudden, Advent is upon us and Christmas is right around the corner. The mild weather this weekend allowed for a few hikes crunching through fallen leaves, as waning light led the way through bare trees, and across cold creeks. The nice temperatures were also a good opportunity, apparently, for many to…
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A Sunset I’ll Never Forget
He can turn a gray, bland night of clouds into a glorious blaze of colorful creation.
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Sights and Sounds of Summer
It’s been a very different summer. And yet, in so many ways, it’s still the same. The sights and sounds of summer have made their seasonal appearance, a comforting reminder of the persistence of life. The rumble of thunder from a summer storm. The waves of cicadas buzzing each morning and evening. This weekend, on…
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The Whispers of Wildflowers
I’ve been day-dreaming about wildflowers. They show up in unexpected places on adventures with my four-legged companions. ‘I will believe in my beauty even if no one else sees it’That’s what the wildflowers whisperThese lilies dance to the music of a soft breezeNo one is watching or listeningBut meAn interloper and yet also welcomed in…
