Waiting Well–It’s Kind of Like Making Bread

 

Proverbs 3_5-6

I was getting ready to make bread today and started to laugh.

I know, a strange thing to do when getting ready to bake.

I laughed because I realized making bread is a metaphor for my current season.

Have you heard this statement?

“Yes, God loves us just the way we are. But He also loves us too much to stay that way!”

I am currently in a season when God is saying—Trust Me. Lots of “unknowns.” Lots of “uncertainty.” Lots of “waiting for answers.” Lots of “prayers followed by silence.”

You know what means. This is a season of refinement. Of growing. A season of removing impurities in my thinking, attitude, and/or life. Read More

Ephesians 3:20–Scars That Shine

I apologize this didn’t get out on Saturday as planned. I was blessed to be present with family and friends. To encourage others in need and to be blessed in return.

And now back to regular programming 🙂


Have you heard of the Japanese art, Kintsukuroi?

Eph 3.20 Scars That Shine

This ancient art developed because a beloved piece of pottery broke—a tea bowl, according to legend. Motivated by a deep sorrow to see anything wasted and lifestyle that embraces change, some innovative craftsmen sought to discover a way to revitalize pottery pieces that had been damaged.

This concept is hard to fathom for those of us who live in a throw-it-away, disposable culture.

When something breaks, we tend to toss it and Read More

The “Real” New Years Day

NewYear Schoo 2018

It’s that time of year again! 

I don’t know about you, but the start of a new school year feels more like New Year’s than the January 1st’s New Year’s does. Everything feels fresh. New. Like someone hit update and restart.

I don’t get that feeling at New Year’s. I never have.

Maybe it’s because by the time NYE rolls around I feel like an old tired dog. Christmas and all its hype are over. It’s STILL cold and wintery. And in Minnesota, there’s A LOT of winter left with not much to look forward to unless you icefish, ski, snowmobile, or play hockey. I do none of those things. So I keep my cocoa close and try to push away the knowledge that the next few months are going to bring in a lot more cold, ice, and snow.

But in the fall, at the start of the new school year, it’s different. It’s like the whistle announcing the beginning of a new football game. Your eyes are glued to the field as you Read More

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