Broken and Shattered

It was a day of bees in the clover and bolls on the cotton. While heat radiated from the asphalt, the constant drip of the outdoor facet kept the fresh mint alive into the autumn. Windmill blades creaked overhead, and two orphaned goats kicked in the stall. It was an Indian summer in West Texas, and I was determined to delight …

Picnicking in the Presence

My child,   You seem to expect my walks with You to be like a picnic in the woods. From the minute you hear Me call, “Come follow”, you energetically begin the prattle about the destination and the buzz about the basket.    You have dreams of rolling apple-green meadows and envision stream-side knolls where I am to unfold a patchwork …

More Refinement?

  “…the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold…” 1 Peter 1:6-7   I don’t know about you, but I’d liked to be pretty much finished with faith’s jaw crusher: sin. I want to move on from the elemental things of my refinement and watch Him deal with me in other ways.    But, I’ve discovered that there …