Is every bit of the creation meant to be a metaphor for spiritual realities? At sunrise this morning, the clouds glowed, prettier than the sun alone brightening the horizon. God shows his glory as he lights up the clouds in our lives. When I describe the deep darkness out of which God has delivered me, …
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Thin Places?
Flowers saved me. Not like Jesus saves me, of course. But that’s what ran through my mind yesterday as I bent to smell the fuchsia peony. The scent of the flower next to the sidewalk took me back to my mother’s garden. In the emotional barrenness of my childhood on the farm, her peonies, lilies, …