Making preparations and hitting the road for my writing retreat evidently overloaded my circuits. It dawned on me this morning that I hadn’t shared the September Naomi post with you yet. 🙁
What do you think about her message? How does God meet you in the midst of turmoil?
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Do you tip your head at the news these days the way Detective Robert Goren of Criminal Intent tips his when interrogating suspects? As if what he’s seeing and hearing is so off-kilter he has to tilt his head to see if that will help him make sense of it?
Shalom, Dear Ones. It’s a blessing from on high to be chatting with you. My soul rejoices in the day granted us by the great I AM. How have you been? I notice that there’s tension growing among the people around me. They say things are happening that make no sense and fly in the face…
We live in trying times. And that’s an understatement. The brokenness around us weighs on our hearts. Causing many to walk in confusion, fear, and anger. Still others to hunker down behind closed doors. Where do we turn to make sense of the onslaught? To find security? To have hope?
by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace Terri sensed it when she decided to tell her friend how the dress really looked. Sue caught it when she chose to give her boss an honest answer about his idea. They both trembled over possible reactions to their comments.
by Sandra Allen Lovelace @SandraALovelace #WallflowerWomen I gave up on new year resolutions a long time ago. The word of the year concept caught me a while back though. So in December I reviewed all 2017 held and pondered what the next twelve months might bring. There were a lot of unknowns shrouding my vision…
Life unfolded outside the bay window in Patty’s kitchen alcove. The Johnson twins ran down the street to the crosswalk. Bill Winchester got in his VW camper and drove down Elm Street toward town. Old Mrs. Carpenter toddled out, picked up her newspaper, and toddled back inside her home. Different day, same routine.
Peace, peace, wonderful peace. Thank you, Sandra for another lesson from Naomi.
Hallelujah. Naomi rides again. Glad the peace came through. Thank you for your comment, Sis.