Grace in the Growing by Ashlyn McKayla Ohm Flowers must be fashioned from forever. I am a writer, not a gardener, preferring to cultivate sentences rather than seedlings. So I still cannot understand what compelled me to visit a gardening shop this spring and return with an armful of tiny plants. Perhaps it was theContinue reading “Grace in the Growing”
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Through A Glass Darkly
Through A Glass Darkly by Sue Fulmore “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” I Corin. 13:12 KJV We have a new mirror in our home. It is beautiful, round and gold-rimmed withContinue reading “Through A Glass Darkly”
The Faces in the Trees
The Faces in the Trees by Diana Gruver We walked over to meet her dogs. Our daughter heard them barking, and in response to her insistence, I nestled her in the wagon and we walked down the lane. It wasn’t the first time we’d met a neighbor because of her canine obsession. We paused byContinue reading “The Faces in the Trees”
Promise
Promise by Vina Bermudez Mogg I bought a Meyer lemon tree last Mother’s day in memory of my mother. Meyer lemons favor a taste sweeter than the ordinary. I placed this petite seedling into a clay pot. A clay pot like the one she placed geraniums in the spring. This tree carried one lone fruitContinue reading “Promise”
No Forcing, No Holding Back
No Forcing, No Holding Back by Ingrid Lochamire The moment I opened my car door, I could hear the creek — a gurgling rush of water, spilling over rocks and roots. The sun-lit flash I had spotted as I pulled into the driveway cut through the center of our new homestead, laying down tracks toContinue reading “No Forcing, No Holding Back”
Necessity
Necessity by Jennie Cesario I watched at a window, a twin winging each hip, as they hollowed you from the earth, careful as surgeons, a dozen work-booted men, each jumping on his own shovel. The man-in-charge, the one who’d driven by the week before and offered us the money, had a sixth-sense about margins: theContinue reading “Necessity”
Incarnate
Incarnate by Leslie A. McLeod Feet that walk in Garden cool, Stride atop tempestuous seas. Voice that speaks Creation’s all. Hands smear clay: a blind man sees. Weary head on pillow stone, Laughing eyes in knowing love, Jordan’s droplets in his hair Spirit-kissed by Heaven’s dove. Borrowed flesh paid debts not owed: Shattered torso, hands,Continue reading “Incarnate”
The Crumbling Mess of My Heart
The Crumbling Mess of My Heart by Sharla Fritz Ruins everywhere. As I walk the site of an ancient city in Israel, I sigh at the sight of destruction. I see nothing left but stacks of well-worn stone. Tumbled-down walls of rock. Debris from past lives. Remnants of greatness. These disintegrating leftovers of a townContinue reading “The Crumbling Mess of My Heart”
The Women Heard
The Women Heard by Michelle Henrichs ”Very early in the morning on the first day of the week, the women went to the tomb, bringing the fragrant spices they had prepared.” (Luke 24:1, CEB) The women heard that something happened in the garden after dinner. The men were overcome by exhaustion unable to keep watch. ThereContinue reading “The Women Heard”
Restoration
Restoration by Hadassah Treu I need you in the ruins of my heart, in all the wounded, desolated places where darkness comes in as a flood, I need your tender, healing grace. Restore the ruins of my life search out all the cracks and gaps, invade them, filling them with light, erase all paths toContinue reading “Restoration”
Awake Our Hearts 