I hear a call in the quiet of the early morning: “Deepen,” He whispers. God is using the specific vocabulary of a Madeleine L’Engle lover. I was shaken Saturday. Triggered, that is. They were dressed straight off the cover of a JCrew catalog and I shrunk…
So, friends, let’s make this feasting on the present moment crazy simple. This is how I usually start: Open one sense at a time for about a minute. Allow your usual pattern of thoughts to fall away and instead use…
They are finally, after 8 years of the beautiful chaos of young children, all happily ensconced at school! My three year old sat down at a puzzle in his new preschool room this morning, gave me a kiss and…
I’m joining the hundreds writing over at Lisa Jo’s for Five Minute Friday’s. The word today, GRASP: I have come to realize I hardly feel the floor under my feet as I walk. I am a ghost on the…
Dear Reading Friends, It’s a joy to have you visit this space, set aside to lift the Savior up. YOU are the reason WE are here. We pray for you often. And we pray our writing will be a gift.…
by Linda Andersen Blue bowl of sky hovers maternally, marshmallowed with gossamer clouds. Sunlight splashes: golden gems, gleeful, abandoned to joy. It’s a recipe for happiness in anyone’s book, yet my spirit is testy, pity-full, tired. “My strength…
This story by Linda Andersen is a part of the Sabbath focus we have on Fridays here at a Thirst for God. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He…
Sabbath! It was a gift of rest from the hand of God. Wasn’t it just that simple? I had always “done” Sunday, and loved every minute of going to church and enjoying a restful afternoon. But now, I was devouring…
It’s prep day around here: Saturday. Recently, I’ve began reevaluating our family’s life. What’s working…what’s not. Confession time: Organization is not my gifting. That wrench was missing when I was handed the package. And Sunday morning? Often it is chaos…
It was a night to remember. I was on a personal, sabbath retreat at a cottage by a lake, and it was getting late. Piano music drifted in magical waves through my window. From a chair plumped in pillows, I…