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Longing for Home**********************************

And he told them a parable: “Look at the fig tree, and all the trees.  As soon as they come out in leaf, you see for yourselves and know that the summer is already near. So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that the kingdom of God is near.  Truly, I say to you, this generation will not pass away until all has taken place.  Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.” Luke 21:29-33


Buds and tender leaves push through swollen-tipped branches.
Easing forward a little more every day.
Spreading, yawning and stretching towards the sun.


The fig knows when and how to interpret the signs. Summoned awake, as it were, by the inner push and pull and tug of our Creator, it draws itself up from the ground and breaks through time to herald the season of leaf and fruit and harvest.

Sometimes, if I’m still, I can feel it too. That push and pull and tug that tells me:

The Kingdom of God is near.

“But watch yourselves lest your hearts be weighed down with dissipation and drunkenness and cares of this life, and that day come upon you suddenly like a trap. For it will come upon all who dwell on the face of the whole earth. But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man.” Luke 21:34-36


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fragile, filled and founded

Camilla Hiding from the Storm*****************************

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
~ Psalm 23



It’s been a rough few weeks navigating these waters of sudden, uninvited grief. Although I’ve felt lost from time to time,  I’ve never lost track of where I’ve been: safe and close to Home.  It’s been an opportunity to put everything I say I believe to the test and while I can’t say I passed the test with flying colors…. God did.

His promises are true and through it all, I was never left or forsaken.  I did  the only thing I knew to do: surrender it to Him and trust that He’d get me safely through to the other side.

He has.

The words of Psalm 23 have provided comfort to many.  Almost cliché from it’s abundant use, this Psalm has been brought into the midst of so many who’ve struggled  through each of the scenarios and needs it addresses.

But the fact is… you don’t know the truth of it’s comfort until you know the Comforter in all Truth. It’s not until you need it that you even begin to understand the nature of the comfort Jesus brings… through the valley, past  the shadow, beyond the death. Then you know.

Not just because you need to know.
Not just because it’s nice to know.
But because it IS.
because He is.

In this IS-ness and  I AM-ness of the Truth,  you then know the abundance of a table prepared and a cup running over. Even in the midst of it all – you are satisfied and comforted beyond your wildest imaginings.

Comforted in the midst of our enemies– the stone throwers, naysayers and backstabbers… and our greatest enemy, Death…. we are guided and granted safe passage…

safe passage through.

Which is why I gladly choose to dwell in my fragile and broken, flower-filled house, founded on the Rock–dwelling and abiding with the Lord all the days of my life– here and forevermore.

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faith; the portal to joy


Reflective Faith




And I will lead the blind
    in a way that they do not know,
in paths that they have not known
    I will guide them.
I will turn the darkness before them into light,
    the rough places into level ground.
These are the things I do,
    and I do not forsake them.   Isaiah 42:16  (ESV)


Believing that He leads… even when I am blind and can not see.
Believing  He knows the way, especially when I do not know how to go.
Believing I am guided by One who has gone down this road many times before.

Seeing  as darkness slowly bends into glorious light. Shade by shade, shadow by shadow.

Noticing as my over-thought and hyper-planned, stumbling steps and fumbling along shifts almost imperceptibly. The frightened shuffle becomes an easier walk and I’m no longer thinking about the ground beneath my feet.

Relaxing into what He is doing. Trusting with the kind of trust that becomes so natural, I don’t even realize I’m doing it.

I’m not forsaken.
I’m named and claimed
deeply, divinely, GLORIOUSLY redeemed.