A Time to Rest {Advent}

After the waiting, the seeking, the hoping, the receiving, the rejoicing, is a time to rest. No more striving, no more hoping, no more seeking, no more waiting. It is the time to simply rest. We are, in a sense, in a long sabbath rest. We are in a time of resting even...

He Came as a Child

I love the pencil scrawls of a young child. The words are out of proportion, misspelled, and the sentences are incomplete and full of grammar mistakes. But, I love to read and see these early attempts at writing. It is a glimpse into the thoughts of that young child....

Message of the Hyacinth, Part One

  During a quick stop at the grocery store last week, I did something I do not usually do. I browsed the florist’s section. I usually do not buy flowers from the grocery store because I’m too cheap I’d rather cut some flowers from my own...

He Came as a Child

I love the pencil scrawls of a young child. The words are out of proportion, misspelled, and the sentences are incomplete and full of grammar mistakes. But, I love to read and see these early attempts at writing. It is a glimpse into the thoughts of that young child....