If there was ever a two-song day, this is it. Give a listen: 1. Broken Hallelujah & 2. Alive and Breathing And be covered in God’s peace.
Month: May 2020
This Week’s Story Starter
I know you saw this one coming: 1. “On Memorial Day, we would always….” 2. “This year….” My, how things have changed! Looking forward to hearing your stories tomorrow in class or in the comment section below.
Song of the Day
A beautiful combination of the old and the new–just what I needed today. I hope it touches your heart as well: “It Is Well” by Kristene DiMarco Click here for the lyrics, and here for the story behind the song. And be blessed in the knowing: The waves and wind still know His name.
This Week’s Story Starter
“I love….” Talk about a wide open story! Just write.
Song of the Day
Almost Home Be Blessed!
When Gratitude Fails
You’ve probably discovered while reading these posts that I’m no theologian. I haven’t been to seminary; I have no training whatsoever in biblical things. I sin. All the time. I’m trying to do better, of course, but I’m just like most of you–a regular Jo[ann] doing my best to live out what remains of my life … Read More
This Week’s Story Starter
Don’t dismiss this writing prompt based on what you presently believe or why. Instead, close your eyes. Remember. Then write: “The first person to ever talk to me about God….”
Song of the Day
Raise a Hallelujah prefaced by a sweet Mother’s Day song/message, and followed by (15 minutes in) an experience all men should go through to truly appreciate the women who birthed them! Be blessed…and keep smiling!
Waiting in the Wilderness
Can it have looked any more desolate in Moses’ day than it does today? The crushing weight of aloneness in this vast, parched wasteland hit me hard during the few hours I spent there less than three months ago. Thinking of the Israelites wandering through the Wilderness of Tzin for 40 years is more than … Read More
This Week’s Story Starter
This week, at this particular time in our lives, the memories brought to mind by this prompt will be especially poignant. Just write. And write. And write. “When I was little, my mother….”