Do I accept the world in all of its fury, despair, and appetite without also accepting the tranquility, affection, and harmony that stands at my doorstep when I walk outside to breathe in its life? Do I receive all the life and grace God extends to me in my calloused palms?
And I wonder what of this fabric when God looks at the hem of us and wonders how we unraveled.
What happens next? I made so many encouraging connections at the Five Minute Friday retreat. I can’t wait to see how God continues to flourish our friendships. I’m truly blessed by knowing these woman. They are dear to my heart.
I loved the diversity of animals used to capture the reader’s attention. The spiritual message wasn’t overwhelming, which I greatly appreciated. I would absolutely recommend this beautiful book to others. I’m elated to add it to my daughter’s bookshelf.
Whispers of Rest was alike her previous book in style, approach, and tone. I expected a different avenue of thought but was not terribly disappointed. I felt the book was more of a journal than an illuminating read.
That simple, yet dangerous, prayer led me to begin again. God soon filled my heart with a new vision: to become a professor and to use the professorial platform to speak and write about issues of race and Christianity.
It is said some don’t grow into their name
it fits like a pair of medias
two sizes to small
I heard God whispering to my heart when I read that story. You like to bake…what is his favorite dessert? I remembered how much he liked cheesecake. Working up my nerve, I invited him over for supper on a Sunday night. He agreed, and I prepared our home, a special meal, and my heart for his arrival.
Friends, I’m over at Alice Williams’s place with an Ode To The Broken Hearted. Come by.