comfort
It's Five-Minute Friday time ... link up your own five minutes with Lisa-Jo Baker here. This week's word: Comfort. *** Comfort. We crave it like a slab of dark chocolate. We sip it slowly like a cup of hot chai. We wrap ourselves in it like a handmade quilt. We...
bless the Lord
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jYLTn4fKYQ bless the Lord, o my soul, worship His holy name sing like never before, o my soul i'll worship Your holy name ..
and we’ll call it a jump
This post is part of Lisa-Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday. Write for five minutes flat on the prompt, "Jump" ... link up here. “I’m gonna do it!” he declares with gusto as he wades his way to the steps of the pool. Having just witnessed his elder brother and sister...
be still my soul
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eENMWnD73eA Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change, He faithful will remain.
after
This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is: after. But before I begin, I want to point you to Five-Minute Friday’s founder, Lisa-Jo Baker. Her post this week is the post I couldn’t write. In five minutes, she writes the song that plays on repeat in my heart. She...
broken
It's Five-Minute Friday time ... and this week's prompt is: broken. Five minutes of free writing, no edits. Join up here. Here we go ... If you scan the pews carefully, you’ll see them. Peppered throughout each row, they are there. The broken ones. The one who...
extreme makeover
Guest writing over at StartMarriageRight.com today, talking about the common desire to give our spouses an extreme makeover. Click here to read the full...
cemetery
I took my kids to see my mother’s grave today. They weren’t able to travel for the funeral, so this was the first time they had ever seen the plot in which their beloved grandma’s body lay. We’ve been in town for seven weeks, and they had asked me repeatedly to...
remember
I cringe inwardly as this week’s writing prompt appears on my screen: Remember. My soul winces at the word. Sometimes I just don’t want to remember. And yet, how devastated I will be when I actually start to forget. Then I wordlessly rebuke myself for my...