… watching for the brushstrokes of God
What an amazing thing it would be to have the rhythms of your life regularly usher you into such deep trust that you could actually rest from it all. Who would we be, who would I be, if I trusted like this for twenty-four hours once a week? ~ Ruth Haley Barton
Do you trust enough to rest?
“You need something more to comfort you in brokenness when the pain is tall around you, to remind you that even here, you are infinitely loved. ~ Morgan Harper Nichols
What are the signs that speak comfort to you?
Your story is not just a shallow pool collecting a little rain here and there from what maybe-could’ve-should’ve been. Your story is a sea, weighted with mystery, and wave after wave it reveals more and more, no matter the opportunities you missed or left behind on the shore. ~Morgan Harper Nichols
What does it reveal to you?
All those days you felt like dust….
This is the moment
we ask for the blessing
that lives within
the ancient ashes,
that makes its home
inside the soil of
this sacred earth. ~ Jan Richardson, Blessing the Dust
How do you claim what God can do with dust? With our dust?
“Indeed, it is as though Christianity, wherever it went in the modern colonies, inverted its sense of hospitality. It claimed to be the host, the owner of the spaces it entered, and demanded native people enter its cultural logics, its ways of being in the world and its conceptualities.” ~ Willie James Jennings
What does true hospitality look like?
In desert times we need to know where to find water, which rock to strike for it to pour forth, where to dig deep, or when to wait for the rain to come.
How do you dip into the well?
With the Eyes of the Heart 