31 December 2012

Sunset to sunrise

The sun sets to end a year
Tonight we gather 
to laugh, weep, pray 
and rejoice in all that He has done

In the morning the sun will rise
the dawn of another year
May we live each new moment
to bring glory to His name


29 December 2012

Come in trust

When I get really afraid
I come to you in trust.
I’m proud to praise God;
fearless now, I trust in God.
What can mere mortals do?


Laura Rath is kindly hosting the Sunday Chorus this week


No wasted words

Turn an ear
to listen, hear
so much is missed
in the rush of noise

May none of His words
fall wasted

In the quiet with Sandy


28 December 2012

The Novelist by L. L. Barkat

I am a writer of prose
a writer of poetry
a vendor of words
spender of words
I devour words
and spit them out
at times both appropriate and inappropriate

I read this new work by L. L. Barkat with a deep knowing growling in my heart and stomach.
Anyone who has chased ideas that seem to slip through fingers, open or closed, must dive into these pages.

A drinker of coffee who dabbles lightly in tea, I found the references to tea surprisingly pleasant, the names like poetry tripping through my mind.

As Laura wrote her novel, so too did L.L. and I for one am grateful for the effort and result.


27 December 2012


In a quiet moment with the Lord this morning, He spoke words of victory

Love prevails.
Release light and I Am able to work through you.
Allow your heart to remain soft.
Do not permit the spirit of Jonah to take root.
Trust not your own emotions or understanding but in all your ways acknowledge Me

Trust God from the bottom of your heart;
don’t try to figure out everything on your own.
Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go;
    he’s the one who will keep you on track.
Don’t assume that you know it all.


25 December 2012

Christmas night

How silently, how silently,
the wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hears
the blessings of his heaven.

I pray that the wonder and peace of Christmas 
blossoms and prospers 
in your hearts and spirits
tonight and in all the days to come.  

The glitter and lights, 
wrappings and ribbons 
soon fade away 
but His love endures forever.


23 December 2012

A Christmas offer

"Come. Sit down. Let’s argue this out.”
    This is God’s Message:
“If your sins are blood-red,
    they’ll be snow-white.
If they’re red like crimson,
    they’ll be like wool.

Joining Deidra and the Sunday chorus


22 December 2012

Prayer song

I needed to drive to town yesterday to share lunch and sweet time with a friend. My usual habit is to play worship music while I travel but for some reason I did not turn it on and began the trip surrounded by quiet.

Almost like prayer, this song came forth

In the stillness of this moment
find Me here
In the silence of this place
I Am here
In the stillness of this moment
in the silence of this place
sit a moment here beside Me
you can look upon My face
With you now and with you always
I Am here

inhaling a holy hush with Sandy

abiding with Cheryl


19 December 2012

A Light Shining by Glynn Young

It seems I have been away from my life and day to day routines.

First came the mind wrenching month of November and the NaNoWriMo challenge to write 50,000 words. Yes, I met the deadline and the word count, just in time to begin a road trip to visit my mother in the Chicago area.

After more than two weeks away it was a delight to be home.  I would finally have time to get back to doing the things that need to be done around here.  And then...

I dove head first into the pages of Glynn Young's new novel A Light Shining and was swallowed up in the continuing story of Michael Kent and Sarah Hughes who I came to know in his first book Dancing Priest.

I dare not say too much fearing that I would spoil all the twists, turns and surprises that await a hungry reader.

You will find love.  You will find unexpected suspense.  And always you will find that the arm of God is never to short to save.

I do not know if there will be another book in the future that will continue or complete this tale, but I do know that I would surely welcome it.


See what shines...

Once again I am struck by the perfect timing of our God and the ways He chooses to confirm His words.

As I sat in the stillness before sunrise, journal in hand, He spoke:

Prepare for My coming
not merely with lights on a tree
but by allowing My light
to thrive in your heart
white hot
that others are warmed
by the intensity of its heat
Let testimonies of My faithfulness
be the ornaments you bear
and may all that glitters
glorify My name

A bit later, I read through my emails to fund this in an advent devotional from Bible Gateway:

We ask you, almighty God, let our souls enjoy this their desire, 
to be enkindled by your Spirit, that being filled as lamps by your divine gift, 
we may shine like burning lights 
before the presence of your Son Christ at his coming; 
through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 
--The Gelasian Sacramentary

Joining Emily and the broken yet redeemed


15 December 2012


Out of whose womb came the ice? 
And the hoary frost of heaven, 
who has given it birth?

Joining Deidra and the Sunday choir


13 December 2012

Need for slow...

It seems as if we just left home
and already we have begun our return 

time blurs
like the coloured lights 
we drive by too fast

I am seeking slow
time at His feet
the sweet scent of nothing


07 December 2012

Here and away

The month  of November
was a time of capturing words.
For a little while I am using my time
to live new words.
I am posting when I can

03 December 2012

Moving on...

Music loud
we worship
and talk
road stretching on before us
we don't look back.


01 December 2012

Christmas poems

It's December, the season of the wonder of Christmas 
I'm happy to share with you that I have two poems published 
in this month's issue of 
The Wordsmith Journal Magazine.

You can read them here Christmas Poems


Composed of one thing only

The snow itself is lonely or, 
if you prefer, self-sufficient. 
There is no other time 
when the whole world 
seems composed of one thing 
and one thing only. 
Joseph Wood Krutch 

and in that one thing only
I am yet not alone
I am silent in the secret place
let it snow

Quiet in the stillness with Sandy

abiding with Cheryl


Juggling sweet

For as long as I can recall
I have juggled words
tossing them high
to watch where they'd land
relishing the sound
savoring the taste
the infinite possibility
of stringing letter after letter
to touch a heart


30 November 2012

Another November ends...

I have missed you this month.
I have missed me this month.
I chose once again to dive into the madness that is NaNoWriMo.
I sat, I typed, I drank too much coffee.
I kept my schedule free of lunch dates with friends.
I spent many evening hours apart from my beloved husband.
But I have broken the surface victorious with 50,000 new words.
I will take time now to inhale and celebrate.

Here's a tiny little clip I posted on my NaNoWriMo profile:

Linda’s father was a man of few words and what words he did use were harsh and cold. She learned to stay out of his way whenever possible, afraid of the steel freeze of his eyes. It seemed to the young girl that her mother did the same, slipping in and out of rooms like a shadow.

Laughter in the house rarely rang out and only when her father was away, then and only then would Linda catch the faint edges of a smile from her mother. The turn of her father’s key in the front door lock always chased the smiles away.

Linda, her older sister and her little brother walked nervous through their own house, never certain when the eerie stillness would be shattered by the next storm.

It might be the meat on his dinner plate was too well done, or his favourite white shirt was not folded perfectly square, or a toy happened to not get put away before he got home. The air cracked as his voice cut through like a whip, accusing and condemning.

Plates were thrown, glasses smashed and flesh bruised. The children and their mother were given names like labels branded on their hearts. Stupid. Useless. In the way. They were idiots, pains in the ass, good for nothing and failures. Time and again they were reminded that they really were not worth his time.

“I could do so much better than all of you” he would announce. “I should just walk away and start over.”

Linda never told anyone about the small hope she kept burning in her heart that he would live up to his threats and leave. But day followed day, week after week, and the years piled up one after the other.


Christmas Roses by Amanda Cabot

The back cover of the short novel Christmas Roses by Amanda Cabot teases:
Celia Anderson doesn't have a husband on her Christmas wish list. But when a travelling carpenter finds lodging at her boardinghouse, she admits that she might remarry if she found the right man--the kind of man who would bring her roses for Christmas. It would take a miracle, though, to find roses during a harsh Wyoming winter.  But Christmas, after all, is the time for miracles . . .
I found this, my first book by Cabot to be a charming start to my Christmas season.  The characters are well developed and the pacing is quick even if somewhat predictable in outcome.

If you're looking for a bit of Christmas cheer, you will enjoy this winter tale.

I received a complimentary copy of this book to review from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.


23 November 2012

Wait with expectation

Waiting patiently for God 
always includes joyful expectation.  
Without expectation 
our waiting can get bogged down in the present.  
When we wait in expectation 
our whole beings are open to be surprised by joy.

It is this joyful expectation of God's coming 
that offers vitality to our lives. 
The expectation of the fulfilment 
of God's promises to us 
is what allows us to pay full attention 
to the road on which we are walking.
Henri Nouwen

being still with Sandy