Today’s the day we travel down the road to our new home and new ministry.
I’ve moved many, many times over the years but this one seems more troubling. Leaving our semi-homestead and friends has left me breathless.
I’m taking a few moments with coffee in hand to remember the many blessings: friends, music, critters, ministry, and the list goes on. God, through the people here have been good to Nick and I. We will not forget.
Here’s a glimpse of the living room
Of course some knitting and my comfy feet.
The sun is shining, the way is clear.
May God be with us until next time.
Some Mondays are like that – quiet, soothing, calming. During this time I find it more and more important to look to Sabbath as self-ministry, self-care.
Music plays a big role in how I walk through this time. Music that touches my soul like the Divine and Holy One touches the earth. – gently, lovingly.
Have a listen to a wonderful choir:
May your day, whether Sabbath or a day full of chores and to-do lists, be filled with the Holy that surrounds you.
Blessed to be a blessing,
Snow days can be isolating for some. Much of today I felt wrapped in a love undefinable. The smells from the kitchen reminded me of all that I have: food, shelter from the storm, power that keeps the stove running and warmth radiating throughout the house.
This house is a home. It is home. Home is where I find refuge, I’m nourished, and I’m cared for.
But, there is more. Here, in this place, tonight, I find the grace to be me. A person filled with God’s love ready to rest in the arms of the Holy for one more night. I know deep inside that joy does come with the dawn. Each new day brings its own blessings, lessons, and surprises.
And snow it goes…I’m feeling a little melancholy. Enjoy the song. Count your blessings.