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Welcome to my little Corner

I am Barbara.

An introvert masquerading as an extrovert, a backyard gardener with a farmer's heart, a nurse by day and a dreamer by night. I am passionate about Jesus, spicy food, puppy dogs, words, compost and the aroma of desert rain. Music is chocolate to my soul but solitude feeds the deepest part of me.

And you need to know:

I have been rescued.

Several times actually. Right out of the mud and mire. My writing began as whispers between me and my God and it will always be rooted in that soil. So the plan is simple: I write. Out of the overflow of my heart, the place He has so generously chosen to dwell.

Though I am all grown up, I feel as if the handsome Prince has finally found me and the glass slipper fits. And a living breathing fairy tale has ensued.

So pull up a chair and "sit a spell", as we would say from my West Virginia roots. I hope you find His Footprints here.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Easy Living

Stale winds blew through my writing this morning.  My inner two year old clutched the day to my chest as if it were mine to keep and grabbed a quick "dose of Jesus".  It was a snack, to be sure.  Tasty and delicious but nonsustaining.

Admittedly, to carve out time to sit at His feet isn't always easy.  I heard a weight loss commercial this week that said I should sign up because "it's easy and it works".  Our culture hungers for easy - the easy to swallow, an easy fix, easy money and even an easy button.  But easy is not part of a Kingdom vocabulary that speaks of dying, sacrifice and unconditional love.  Here the only ease is the ease of the yoke.

Scripture teaches that God's mercies are new every morning.  But what if today's mercies were to be mined with a pick axe, not sampled from an appetizer tray?  What if He wanted to break up the hardened soil of my rocky heart rather than fill my belly with warm milk?  This can't be caught on the run.

When the Israelites tried to squirrel away their manna it rotted.  It was only meant for the day it was supplied.  In the same way, the sweetness of my yesterdays with the Lord can be precious but never present tense.  I must linger in His presence on a regular basis to keep it fresh and living.

So tomorrow I will settle my fluffy self down for the work that needs to be done in my heart.  It's His day anyway.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. You do have a way with words. Thanks for sharing! BB