Out my Window: A beautiful day, blue skies, nice breeze, birds chirping Enjoying: more fresh veggies and fruit, picking out flowers and planting in the garden, beautiful bouquet of flowers on my counter, frozen fruit bars Listening to/Watching: Still listening to and loving Lord of the Rings on Audible. This narrator is so talented and … Continue reading Daybook
Stay... I have a tendency to want to drop in quick and leave. Do my mission and go. It is not intentional, it just something in me. Maybe not wanting to bother someone, not wanting to make a big deal over why I am there, but something I have found over the years is that … Continue reading Stay (FMF Link UP)
Throwback Thursday… sometimes I focus on a thought for a short time and then move on too quickly. I am realizing how often I need to come back to them and give them more attention. As I am usually late to the party, I am now jumping on the old idea of throwback Thursday to revisit some of those ideas… This one has been ringing in my soul this week. How do I help those in authority to make space for my friends of color, my friends of poverty, my friends with rough backgrounds at the table and be allowed to use their voices? No one needs more of my voice, they need more of my friends’ voices who are not being invited to the table, or they have been allowed there, but more in name only. Those of us with definite privilege should advocate for justice and peace, but we need to also advocate for their voices to be heard. They have something to say that we all need to hear it.
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Voice…As a first born, independent, assertive big sister type, my tendency is to speak for my friends who do not have a voice, but slowly I am learning, and being reminded that they need my encouragement and space to find and use their own voice. This became evident to me a few years ago with a situation that happened to a friend of mine.
I heard what she said more than once, “they won’t listen to me, they don’t care, they won’t believe me, they won’t do anything about it, I already told them, but they won’t do anything about it.” In my brain it just didn’t make sense, why wouldn’t the police listen or do something for my friend. She had stuff stolen out of her apartment. That is their job. My experience has been you call the police, they come, and…
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Twice in two weeks I heard the same challenge from two different pastors regarding two different sections of Scripture...sacred echo. The first time I heard it I thought, that's interesting. The second time, I started to feel the conviction in my soul. Is this true of me? Week one the preacher was teaching on the … Continue reading Twice in Two Weeks
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Out my Window: A beautiful Spring day, low 70s, sun, blue skies, birds chirping Enjoying: Cooking on the grill, hanging flower baskets, making summer recipes and marinades, smell of lilacs Listening to/Watching: Still in the epic story mood so I started listening to Lord of the Rings on Audible. Another great narrator makes this a … Continue reading Daybook
"Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly." - James Russell Lowell Born... I love late Spring when the whole world seems to be coming alive. All seems to be born anew after a long winter's nap. It is a slow birth with much detail I have noticed. The last … Continue reading Born (FMF Link Up)
Throwback Thursday… sometimes I focus on a thought for a short time and then move on too quickly. I am realizing how often I need to come back to them and give them more attention. As I am usually late to the party, I am now jumping on the old idea of throwback Thursday to revisit some of those ideas… May we be people that remind others of their humanity, and help others see that all people are made in the imago dei, the image of God. May we never dehumanize, or remove the humanity side of any issue. Without the narrative of humanity, humans are capable of horrendous things. This week bares witness to that. May our lives resonate with the truest narrative of all humanity. We are all made in the image of God.
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I was driving out of the grocery store parking lot when I saw a row of bright orange signs with bold lettering. It was simple and straight forward, “Drug Dealers are Murderers.” I was taken back by it. That seemed like such an extreme statement. Then I was reminded of all the hateful comments under a local news story about a local drug bust on social media. I wondered who placed the signs, and who those people were that wrote those comments. Had they lost a son or daughter to an overdose? What made them plant a whole row of these signs? or take time to write such angry comments?
My heart ached for those people who felt the need to do so. Not sure if they thought it might help something, or if it just made them feel like they were doing something…
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I am in the middle of a book by Derwin Gray about the Beatitudes, The Good Life. The chapter I recently finished is a discussion on hungering and thirsting for righteousness. Gray does a great job talking about what this looks like, and I appreciate his integrity to the text. Last night I read the … Continue reading Hunger Pangs