He was one of us.
That’s all I keep thinking.
One of us. Like flesh and blood, really. One of my own family. Koinonia, I guess you call it. Lives intertwined so significantly.
Hustle and bustle. Cook and clean, and cook again. Smile and give hugs and try to hear the Lord for weeping, hurting peers. [...]
a lost post from september.
After snuggling deep into a wool sweater all day yesterday (and avoiding puddles, having perpetually damp hair, and a chill affecting my spine), I am very happy to see today’s forecast: 68 and sunny. I think I’ll make sure to be outside a bit today.
I woke up at 7:00 this morning, [...]
Someone spoke to me recently about a lack of joy in their Christian experience.
A lack of joy. Hmmm…
I wondered. Why a lack of joy? Well, why an abundance of Joy?
I thought of Psalm 144.15:
Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!
How much that verse contains. How easy it is to rattle off, [...]
Who sustains my life?
None, oh Lord, but You.
And in Your hands
You hold all of my days.
Not a thought, not a word
Escapes Your sight.
And if You see a sparrow fall,
Surely You see me.
I don’t feel like I can add much to what’s been said here and here, but I wanted to mention, for my own sake as much as anyone else’s, that the loss experienced this weekend has struck a deep chord of longing in my soul. I cried that night in bed as Ryan and I [...]
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: My name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley.My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I'm the oldest of 9 kids--and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They're actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I've joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been "leaving-and-cleaving" for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you'll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too--hundreds of them--should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I'm a stay at home mom who is redefining that title--I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil' ol' town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband's encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, "He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,...", and sometimes, that's all a wife needs.
GOOD read.
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An article by Randy Alcorn
