It is another Monday morning. The house is quiet. The kids are still sleeping. I sit at my kitchen table with a small remnant of coffee left in my cup as I linger here after my quiet time. Out the window I look to see the sunrise, but instead see the incoming rain clouds. Inside... Continue Reading →
"What do you want to do in light of what you've learned?" This is a question on the last page of the Beth Moore study I have just completed on the book and life of James in the Bible (James:Mercy Triumphs). What do I want to do in light of what I've learned? The answer... Continue Reading →
Every morning. Tick. Tick. Tick. A little rhythm I hear as I rise each day by the seemingly small clock next to my bathroom sink. Tick. Tick. It's a subconscious reminder that a new day has begun. Minute by minute. Second by second. I have 86,400 seconds every single day to either use or waste,... Continue Reading →
Closed-fisted. This is my general approach to life. I enter each day tightly grasping on to the things I know. The things I love. The things I have. All of these things only allowed to be mine by the grace of a loving God. And even then, never really mine at all. This has been... Continue Reading →
Ever since I allowed myself to write a few days ago, I have been extremely weepy. I have cried more the last few days than I have in 8 months. I am crying at everything. Happy tears. Sad tears. Just because tears, which are maybe really cleansing tears. I am realizing I am feeling again.... Continue Reading →
Kim Wideman 