Like a Potter with a lump of clay, God has traced and refined and spun. He has taught me the value of cracks and scars. He has defined my purpose. He has spread light into me and salted me rich. He’s not done. How glorious! He is still changing and molding and redefining. But some desert moments…
It was going to be a scarf. That was the plan. Sometimes plans get changed. He walked in the room, that strong wonderful husband of mine, looked at the red yarn dangling from my hands, and said, “You’re making me an afghan?” Two seconds of silence beat through the room. My gaze focused on his…
Morning gleams bright. Another late milking. Devotions began and ended with one verse. “to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:19 For two hours the words swirl as I lift milkers, squat, pull, wash, scrape, move. What is the measure…
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