Post 10: Speak Again, Lord. Your Servant Wasn't Listening.

This morning, as I sat in my swivel rocker by the French doors that look over the back garden, I was meditating on the passage I had just read in Luke 24. Jesus had just joined two of the disciples walking on the road to Emmaus. They who had walked with Him for three years were kept from recognizing Him. And I thought, How many times has He been walking with me, and I didn't recognize Him, speaking to me, and I didn't recognize His voice?

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Post 8: Holding Hands

When my apartment was transformed from a rec room into a "senior safe" space, all the necessary safeguards were installed, including a railing up the cement walkway to street level.

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Post 6: Figures of the True

I wish I could show you the picture that accompanies this short meditation by Amy Carmichael. If you have ever been in Switzerland, it should be easy to imagine: picture yourself standing in bright sunlight on a steep hillside dotted with pines that cast their shadow on over the ground. Looking across the valley, ragged mountain peaks rise up between the clouds that cover the valley.

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Post 10: Speak Again, Lord. Your Servant Wasn't Listening.

This morning, as I sat in my swivel rocker by the French doors that look over the back garden, I was meditating on the passage I had just read in Luke 24. Jesus had just joined two of the disciples walking on the road to Emmaus. They who had walked with Him for three years were kept from recognizing Him. And I thought, How many times has He been walking with me, and I didn't recognize Him, speaking to me, and I didn't recognize His voice?

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Post 8: Holding Hands

When my apartment was transformed from a rec room into a "senior safe" space, all the necessary safeguards were installed, including a railing up the cement walkway to street level.

Read more »

Post 6: Figures of the True

I wish I could show you the picture that accompanies this short meditation by Amy Carmichael. If you have ever been in Switzerland, it should be easy to imagine: picture yourself standing in bright sunlight on a steep hillside dotted with pines that cast their shadow on over the ground. Looking across the valley, ragged mountain peaks rise up between the clouds that cover the valley.

Read more »