by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
I sat in Marilyn McEntyre’s Advent poetry class last Tuesday evening. My brown eyes burned, fighting to stay awake. Up way past my normal bedtime as I am an early bird to the nth degree, I wrestled with the tiredness I felt at that moment. Yet my heart bound joyfully...
by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
This December blog is brought to you by the word Behold with a hint of prose. Behold. In autumn Sun greets the day full of reds and oranges, golds and yellows. Leaves – once green, crisp up, curling in the drying air loosening their grip upon...
by Lane | Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices, Writing
I grew up in the deep South where “Please” and “Thank you” flowed as readily as the waves upon our Georgia shore. I also grew up in an era and a locale where “Thank You” notes created the ebb and flow of gift-giving as they wrapped up the response to any gift...
by Lane | Poetry, Writing
Front doors exist as logical ways to enter a space. Yet, quite often, there’s more than one way to achieve entry: Side doors. Back doors. Through the porch. Through the garage. Through the fence to the little entryway most easily accessible. The majority of my...
by Lane | Spiritual Practices, Writing
“You are here.” I like seeing those words on a physical map. It grounds me. I orient to the present moment. This is vital for if I don’t know where I am, it’s hard to know where I’m going. Once we know where we are, it’s easier to decipher next steps. Yet it’s...
by Lane | Devotional, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices, Writing
I love God’s Word. Daily dips and long soaks in His Word invites me into new experiences of Who He is, who I am, and how I am invited to live with Him here and now. Rereading Philippians lately has been refreshing to my mind and heart, for Paul helps me...
