1. I was daydreaming after the kids were in bed perusing this site full of French farmhouse design eye candy. This interview of Yvonne McGrane, a business woman, mom and designer, held an interesting insight I’ve been rolling around in my mind:…
Today I’m joining Lisa-Jo Baker and her writing throwdown, Five Minute Friday Stay present. Tomorrow morning I will wrestle the laundry into the washer, loads of sheets all covered with their sickness and tomorrow I will need to stay parked…to…
Have you ever had a schedule change that seemed to pull the rug right out from under you? But this time, instead of falling on my back, gasping for air, the schedule change forced me to see my priorities with…
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.…
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…
My daughter begs me this afternoon to come write. The youngest is napping up in the nursery and what mom in love with the play of words could ever say “no” to play together? We gather pens and notebooks…
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…
Fridays at a thirst for God we focus on Sabbath, carving out space for God, for rest: Spring dances in, high and lifted up, waving scepters of gold. Gilded Day bounds free from the east, rising tentatively above slim, blue…
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…