The Place Reached by Waiting

The story is told of an ageing lady who had waited long upon the Lord. This woman was well accustomed to stopping and stillness.
The story is told of an ageing lady who had waited long upon the Lord. This woman was well accustomed to stopping and stillness.
Long have I wandered in God's word. His trails and tracks with its vistas and views always reach into my soul. Often my wandering opens my wondering.
Therefore let us leave the elementary teachings about Christ and go on to maturity (Hebrews 7:1a) For those Christians inclined to solitude, who question and reflect. . .
'Church is a re-fuelling station - the spiritual frosting on the cake after a week of personal cake baking.
God's shepherd has undertaken care of the sick, not tyranny over the healthy. (St.
This is an unsettling proposal: The revolutionary Jesus brought fresh wine to a stale wedding, He invaded the temple twice and took whips to false worship, yet man's best attempts at...
Loneliness is a single rose with no vase to hug it. Loneliness is outstretched arms that close around no one. ~ anon.
Deep calls to deep. The adult who has played in the shallows will yearn for more. Faith and prayer beg for more. Righteousness calls to be heard.
I recall the water's edge in a sheltered cove, a quiet backwater to a much larger basin that spilled into the ocean.
There is always that battle within to forgive. You try to forgive, but the hurt raises its ugly head again.