I often wonder while living my life ~ this ordinary life ~ do I, or even can I, fully worship, love, and obey in truth my God and Father, the One who dwells on a plane I can’t with the frailty of my human thoughts, begin to comprehend? I can only reach out with my […]
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I was charmed recently to observe a young teen couple who obviously liked one another, but who were terrified that the other might recognize their interest. They verbally danced an intricate dance of advance and retreat. I wished them well; I recognized the dance. Being a young teen is emotional chaos. As you begin to […]
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This afternoon I was listening to some glorious choral music and found myself feeling wistful because I can no longer even hum along. One of the things I miss most about getting old is the loss of my singing voice. This is especially true around Christmas and Easter, when I have memories of singing beautiful […]
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Goodbye 2013! Sayōnara! Au revoir! Adiós and good riddance!! I can’t say I’m sorry to see you go, so let me just shut the door behind you on your way out! You’ve left your mark for sure, as a year never to be forgotten, and tonight as I sit in reflection, my heart is heavy […]
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The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwelt in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined… For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, […]
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The prologue: “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night …” Winter’s chill is in the air, and the moon is a sliver of frozen light, The world pauses, and silence wraps the shepherds in a holy hush. The black crystal canvas of the […]
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I love the intricacies of an old church in Charleston. The steeple appears aged and worn, but still the beauty of it draws me. The place gives me a feeling of solace and peace. I imagine within its walls many people have found the answers to questions they have long been seeking. Character and purpose seep through the flaking paint and sun dried wood.
Sometimes I feel like this church ~ used, dried up and weary. As life comes barreling toward me at an accelerated rate I want to retreat and crawl under the covers. Yet like this old church, I continue to stand and want to be the heartbeat of God to those around me.
I also have unique characteristics and purpose as this church does. As this faded old building is a light in the city of Charleston I, too, can be a place of refuge for hurting, bleeding souls. As Christ lives in and through me, I will emerge as a woman offering hope to the world.
"Thank You, Father, that You would consider using me today. Penetrate the walls of my being with your rays of Sonshine so others will see Your truth and love."
For we are God’s fellow workers. You are God’s field, God’s building. 1 Corinthians 3:9
Shining in Him,
Julie