HopelessHoper

“Why are you anxious about what you’ll wear? Consider the lilies. See how they grow. They don’t struggle or toil to be that beautiful … yet they are more lovely than royalty.  If that’s how God takes care of the flowers,  will he take care of you —you of little faith?  So do not worry.  Seek His Kingdom first.”  ~  Jesus (to those listening on the mountainside) as told by Matthew, His Disciple. Last night, TheFarmer (aka Hubs) finished putting in the carrots with the help of

Come Holy Spirit fall fresh on me. In this world, even in places where the words sound the same, we don’t hear each other’s hearts. Please O Lord open our minds, our hearts to listen for Your Truth in this desperately broken world. Make strong our hands our feet to live into the lives of those around us, to give overflowing the love you have showed us time and again, from your first #ruach over the world to the soft wind in the trees this morning. Come Holy Spirit, we need yo

Writer’s Note: This entry was first written in Spring 2007, It seems like a lifetime again, and yet, I read it through and know that even though I still have my Mother with me on earth, even though I love being my kids’ mother, I feel keenly the losses I’ve suffered, and I pray each day that what I’ve faced will always, always soften my heart for those who I know face the hard things too. I know I’m blessed but I think I would fail in making the most of my life experiences if

I’m good at disappearing.  Writing is a love but when it’s feels more like complaining, it becomes something I believe others can do without.  It becomes an exercise of re-vamping the complaining into #hope and trying to live the next day better. I’m just wondering if I should start again?  I don’t know.  I write stuff in my head all the time. I mean, it’s my calling, having something to say because God puts it there.  And right now, really, I have no one to say it to.  So ma