Christmas. Just the word evokes images of experiences, both unique to our hearts and common to those around us. Trimming trees, baking, shopping, and decorating fill the lists of activities we engage in to make Christmas “feel like Christmas.” The phrase “It just isn’t Christmas without __________ (fill in the blank)” sets us all up for disappointment on those days when real life finds its way into our celebrations. Read the rest here at The Glorious Table.
The last leaves are still holding on for dear life. They refuse to see the change of the seasons for what it is. Their refusal to let go does not stop fall or the biting cold air from coming. It still comes. The frost will still lay down in the sheets of white to mimic what is to come. The leaf still clings to the dormant tree though no life is flowing through its branches. Food can’t flow to the veins so to sustain life. Still, it holds on. How often do we allow ourselves to remain attached to a seemingly dead tree,
A rainbow followed me this morning. There wasn’t even a hint of rain in my path as my glance fell across the mountains. I took in the promise painted with gentle strokes across the cloud spattered sky. It was a quiet proclamation. I AM here in the questions. I AM here in the midst of your pain. I AM here amidst the chaos. I AM in the redemption of these very dark days. I AM keeping you from being destroyed. There is no explanation for the peace I’m walking in on this day. Maybe that’s the beauty of peace, it
A year ago, on this very morning, my husband Russ and us I held each other as the sun came up over the surrounding hills. Our serene valley turned beautiful shades of orange as the light hit the autumn trees. We were basking in the glow of the night before. We had renewed our vows in front of family and friends, promising to love each other well. This morning, we held each other again. As the sun began to show it’s light we prayed for strength to find hope. We vowed to love our community well. Both mornings we were
Dear World, Before yesterday most of you had never heard of the City of Roseburg. Now when you hear that name you will link us to the tragedy that happened on our small community college campus yesterday. That is not who we are. We are a logging community tucked into a beautiful valley with some of the most beautiful tree covered hills you’ve ever seen. The waters of the Umpqua river flow through our town and Umpqua Community College sits above its banks. The same interstate that brought reporters and government officials is the same road that’s welcomed back our