There are some places we just shouldn’t go – it’s too dangerous.
I remember a visit I made to New York City, I spent my days walking and seeing sights in Manhattan, while my friend worked. I had a map – hand held, paper made, in the dinosaur years before cell phones – but, still, I was lost. I knew which direction I needed to go, but I wasn’t quite sure of my location. [Read more…]
We’re looking at small faith steps on the blog today because the New Year often signals a fork in the road – a pivot point where we reflect and evaluate and make small tweaks and directional changes to improve our lives.
This need for movement happens in my faith, as well. I picture my faith as a walk and walking requires I move. Step forward. It won’t work standing still.
My favorite story of a move of faith – literally, one step that changed history is Moses standing before the Red Sea. It is a sweet example of the call of faith. The call to ‘Move!’. [Read more…]
1) Questions
I’m starting an odd collection, one I’ve never heard collected before. I am starting to collect questions. I save them. Write them down in a special question journal, so I won’t forget. I’m becoming a ‘Question Keeper’ this past year. [Read more…]
I love the word ‘grumbly’.
It conjures up many images, first off for me, the character of Pooh, in Winnie the Pooh, who was ‘so very rumbly in his tumbly‘. Pooh’s tummy was ever hungry – always grumbling in the background – expressing that gnawing want and need to be fed.
Pooh’s tummy is so like my heart – a bit grumbly – always wanting more. Never quite satisfied. [Read more…]
**Today I’m bringing this one up from the archives – because it happened again, God’s clear whisper to my soul – a small voice of conscience saying ‘Not your way, Sandra’. How I struggle to relinquish my ways, especially in the small things. Do you struggle, too? Is there some small call you’ve been hearing for awhile – you think it may be from God, but you just haven’t wanted to listen – maybe you have a different idea, or a different way. This one’s for you….
“Do you want to play in the tent with me?” I whispered the words while leaning in towards my grandson, Clarky’s ear. His huge grin spoke the ‘yes’ that his little mouth could not yet form.
There is something in a soft whisper – a secret just for him that delights. Even a toddler will quiet when he hears a whisper.
Whispers are special. Not the norm. [Read more…]
