I stood beneath the pine grove at the crest of the hill. Autumn leaves shimmied in the breeze. Floating. Twirling. Submitting to the authority of the wind, the breath of their Creator. Storm clouds pressed eastward leaving an October indigo sky in its wake.
I closed my eyes.
Read More
Breathe on me, Breath of God — I need You so. Rekindle the flame, teach my heart to love You more. Replenish my soul.
I’m weary, Lord, but in You I find peace. Lead me to Your secret place where I find shelter from the difficulties of life. Where I can learn the mysteries of who You are.
You alone are my hope.
Read More
I walked along our country road wondering, thinking about, “What is the breath of God?” Ruach. Beside me fallen leaves rustled and swirled in a gentle breeze that escorted me on my path. I watched and listened, thankful for the cooling of the breeze, pondering the movement of the leaves that seemingly came alive, yet in reality were dead.
And yet the leaves danced in the wind — moved by the powerful breath of God.
Read More
I walked along our country road thinking about the breath of God. Ruach. Beside me, fallen leaves rustled and swirled around in a gentle breeze that escorted me on my path. I watched and listened as I kept up my pace, thankful for the cooling of the breeze, pondering the movement of the leaves that seemingly came alive, yet in reality were dead.
The leaves had fallen — a sure sign of an early fall.
Their color was gone now. They were dry and brittle.
And yet they danced in the wind — moved by the powerful breath of God. Ruach.
Read More
I stood beneath the pine grove at the crest of the hill. Autumn leaves shimmied on the wings of the wind. Floating. Twirling. Submitting to the authority of the breeze.
Storm clouds pressed eastward leaving an October indigo sky in its wake.
I closed my eyes.
Read More
Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference
Offering hope, healing, and freedom from your crushing pain.
Learn to be fully aware of the Lord's presence in your life with my new resource,