Wounded Souls

And in a brief moment, with rolling eyes…

I judged him.

Such a simple action. A moment in the mind. We evaluate and we label and we measure. By whose standards?

I had him all figured out from a few interactions. This complex child of God.

Blind Faith

Blind Faith

On my knees, face in my hands, eyes closed, I searched for Him. But I couldn’t see Him. I closed my eyes tighter, yet still struggled to connect with Him as I prayed.

There are moments when I feel so very blind. It’s not clear where I’m going. I can hardly see the next step…

And I’m afraid to walk when I can’t see.

At My Master’s Feet

At My Master’s Feet

I sat in the Adoration Chapel. Mind going at its usual fast pace. Distracted. Trying to focus and pray while the background thoughts raced by.

Sit, I commanded myself, frustrated. Just sit still and pray.

I grinned at myself, noticing that my admonition sounded like I was talking to a dog.

Looking Back

Looking Back

As I paused the other day, I found myself thanking God for the ways He is working in my oh-so-human heart, pruning in some painful ways. In the midst of the pruning, it is difficult to see the benefits or to hold onto the hope of new blossoms. But sometimes we get a glimpse of a new bud–and to our amazement, we find ourselves thankful for the pruning…

Welcome, Advent
Christmas

Welcome, Advent

As I snuggle under a fleecy snowflake blanket in my cozy chair, devotionals in my lap and a cup of tea in my hand, I watch the single candle flickering in the darkness. Three more will join it as the weeks go by.

It is the beginning of Advent.

Faith

by Laura Moninger Faith. It’s such a beautiful word. It graces artwork in our homes, picture frames on our desks, stationery and greeting cards. But there’s such a depth to it that goes beyond all this. Faith is a gift, yet it’s also a choice. Faith is an active decision, yet it can’t be made…

The End.

The End.