Rain on dry dust. I remember walking barefooted down a dirt road as a kid in Arkansas, watching those first few drops strike the ground before me. The dust became blotched with dark blobs of wetness, and as more sprinkled down, my nostrils filled with the incredible rich smell of the earth beginning to drink. … More Inkspill No. 20: Rain on Dry Dust
We all need God, more than we can possibly imagine. Apart from the check of His hand, humans are capable of monstrous things. I’ve been thinking a lot about the repercussions of decisions I’ve made in the past; things I can’t change. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m really not as important as … More Inkspill No. 18: Identity Crisis? Read on.
“Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.” — Psalm 100:4 One thing I notice about living a life of grace is that I never run out of things to be thankful for. As soon as I realize how good God is, and … More Inkspill No. 17: Every Good and Perfect Gift
Fall greets us with a decision to make. The summer, whatever we have expected it to bring, is over. It’s tempting to witness the brilliant leaves, the tawny grasses, as beautiful as they will ever be and yet doomed to fade into the ashes of winter — and grieve. To reflect that old dreams are passing as … More Inkspill No. 16: Dreams and Plentitude
I have recently been mulling over Luke 10:40, where Martha is “cumbered about much serving” and does not listen to the Lord teach, while her sister Mary absorbs His every word. After all these years I found I still wrestled with the idea that I am like Martha and not like Mary. Running around … More Inskpill No. 14: The Martha Syndrome
Cares. Caring, care for, careful. Care-full. I know why people go on vacation. It’s to forget, for a time, the weight of the words above listed. Or at least try to. There is, of course, a positive connotation to the word care: that is, to tend to lovingly, as in “caring” for an ailing family member. One of … More Inkspill No. 13: The Fine Art of Carrying Burdens
There’s nothing like a winter evening in the Rocky Mountains when the weather’s clear. The sky is palest aquamarine, tinged with purple and streaked with light. The bouldered bluffs and evergreen crests are lit to the color of fire, while the snow in the meadows undulates with blue shadows. Dry golden grasses peek through … More Inkspill No. 10: Live Like You’re Free
My Dear, You have discovered (to your astonishment) that the good opinions of other people are not, in the end, what brings you happiness. How much grief you’ve caused yourself, attempting to explain your spirit to the world! For in doing so you inevitably alter the truth of it in an effort to win their … More Inkspill No. 5: To a Young Woman