A Growing Faith

Let me remind you of a part of yourself you may not have thought about today: your creative self. Do you think of yourself as creative? Each one of us is creating a life. “Every morning you wake up to something that in all eternity never was before and never will be again,” writes Frederick Buechner. We start each day anew. What was may not be what is today. To live is to create - to become. Each of us, all of us, are actually hard-wired to create. God creates creators. God,

I feel drawn to the word steadfast in a world that is ever-changing. Within the word, you can sense a whispered plea; the need to remain steadfast; there is an invitation of hope to be steadfast; there is the potential to endure. So I share this word with you as a prayer and a promise. We are all on a path, taking a journey. Do you know where you are and how you got there? What is your whispered plea? What is guiding you? In what or in whom are you placing your confidence? Fa

I want to be interested. I think it is one way to live well. To be interested is to care, to learn. I was in St. Louis earlier this month and went to the Saint Louis Art Museum. Among the things that caught my eye at the Museum was a painting of Halsey Cooley Ives. Anders Leonard Zorn, Haley Cooley Ives, 1894-95, oil on canvas Like me, you may not be familiar with him. What I learned was that he was the first director of the Museum. A well-known portrait artist, Anders Leonar

“Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people and the sheep of his pasture.” Ps 100:3 I recently had a chance to stay in a little cottage by the sea. It was a simple, comfortable home set right off the water. However, between the house and the sea, there was a pasture. It was sectioned off into smaller lush green grassy plots. The center section had long grass. The grass in the section off to the left was shorter due to the fact that a sm

Do you have a sensory superpower? I recall noticing that a close friend of mine had a superpower of smell. It was so obvious to me because I was not able to smell as they could. All kinds of things were connected to their sense of smell that seemed a bit foreign to me. My husband sometimes jokes that I have hawk eyes. I see things. I have always liked the beatitude: “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” It is quite amazing the way our eyes were designed. Al

There is a beautiful flowering bush blooming outside my window. It is filled with white flowers from top to bottom. We have had this bush for many years. I always find it a wonder when it is in full bloom, especially because just a few weeks earlier, all it had to show for itself was some bare branches. I have to admit that while I would love to always be blooming, I often go through a lot of bare-branched days. As one person said, “Every flower blooms in its own time.” It’s