
Mixing rich soil with whimsical flow a path will emerge.
How do find a path?

… watching for the brushstrokes of God

Mixing rich soil with whimsical flow a path will emerge.
How do find a path?

I have been pondering the communal aspect of Sabbath keeping. People shaped by shared rhythms, together learning God’s rhythms, together inspiring each other to cease our labor and trust God’s provision.
Who inspires your Sabbath practices? How do you lead others in Sabbath rhythms?

The air changes in the changing of the seasons. What are you anticipating? What are you letting go? What surprises?

“It is not what happens to us in any given day that gives content to our lives, but whether or not we let it’s experience sink into us.” ~ Elizabeth O’Connor
What floats up when you let yourself sink?

The other day, a one hour commute turned into a much longer journey when I ended up sitting on the interstate for two and a half hours due to an accident up ahead. I had been longing for breathing space but not like this.
What makes space spacious?

“ Live the questions now and perhaps without knowing it you will live along someday into the answers.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
What are the questions you are living with?