"He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs; who can stand before his cold? He sends out his word, and melts them; he makes his wind blow and the waters flow." ~ Psalm 147:16-18 New Year's Day at Papa and Mema's--- Wahoo on the … Continue reading january ttmmh
I take walks, and the wind is the January kind. It makes the leaves chatter high in the trees and rattles the empty trash cans at the end of each driveway. The earth is brown, save for refrozen snow lining the ditches and furrows. Now is the only time in the year when I can … Continue reading Selah
The first thing folks notice when they step through our front door are the big, oak cabinets that span the far wall of our dining room. And when they sit to share a meal with us, and we pull out dishes—maybe even a pie— from those cupboards, they notice we call them “Frank’s Cabinets.” I … Continue reading The Man Who Built the Lord’s House
“Books don’t change people;” John Piper has said, “paragraphs do, sometimes even sentences”— which helps explain why the books I read in 2021 really did work in me, because I crept along in them. I didn’t read pages at a time, but paragraphs, even sentences. Over in the Author Conservatory, we’ve been talking about the … Continue reading Paragraphs & Sentences
I looked for something that could fill me in 2021, but I came away with a handful of air more times than I care to recount, because as it turns out, I was looking in the wrong places. The answer, of course, was that Jesus should satisfy me, ultimately and deeply, like an everlasting draught … Continue reading A Handful
"I looked across at the farmer and his wife who were sitting in upright kitchen chairs watching me with quiet benevolence. The two faces had something in common--- a kind of beauty. You would find faces like that only in the country; deeply wrinkled and weathered, clear-eyed, alight with cheerful serenity. "I raised my glass. … Continue reading december ttmmh
By Hannah Mead “I am coming,” He whispers, with cypress smoke and cinnamon. I’m waiting, straw clutched between cold fingers pushed through impatient pockets. But tonight, the promise of dawn lingers heavy below the horizon. Perhaps Venus is pinned like a diamond in the darkness behind the shed that tilts, weary, at the bottom of … Continue reading Advent
By Joel Melton … and we wait. we know the end, how the promise was kept, and is being kept. He has and is and will come. the advented Light still breaks -- is adventing -- in our night-like days. we wait like winter. the curse is being reversed. redemption’s cycle spins in the song … Continue reading …
By Rachel S. Donahue We once traveled by nightin a country far awaywhere the lights of men were few and far between.In the midst of that great darkness,a tiny spot of lightblinked hope for miles, could easily be seen. When wrapped in a cloak of darkness,small lights shine brighter still,their brilliance heightened by the lack … Continue reading Magi, Martyrs, and Messengers
By Esther Hartman and sometimes, sometimes, the shadow is married to the lightin a grand ceremony of temple curtains torn in two,and the welding of spark to suffering, of hideous to holy,and light keeps replacing bulbs in all dark’s hiding placeshoping he’ll finally see himselfand the great rivals called death and lifefind each other ravaged … Continue reading The Great Opposites
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