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Cavities and other gifts

Tim and I have found ourselves in an interesting season since the end of June when we moved out of our Kirksville home. Since then, we have spent a significant amount of time traveling through several states and visiting a lot of friends and family. 1,102 more words

I Need You Project - A Face to Face

The “ugly-beautiful” is what Ann Voskamp calls it–finding beauty in the mess we call life. “I Need You Project” is becoming a reality thanks to you all. 26 more words

Just For Fun

Is a Train About to Run You Over?

There are so many awesome blog posts being written that my brain is floundering to write anything worthy of being read.

Maria Shriver talks about her family unit being pulled apart to various locations as school reconvenes and lives move to new venues — … 619 more words

Ann Voskamp

A few of my favorite literary quotes

“It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. 318 more words


More Like Jesus on the Cross

When I was first starting to take Christianity seriously, I read George Macdonald. (He is a Scottish-Protestant writer of sermons and various fantasy stories. You may have heard of him if you’re a C. 235 more words

Thoughts And Writings

sandyfaithking reblogged this on multicolouredsmartypants and commented:


My husband wrote an interesting take on this with his post 'Does God Play Dice.' 

I think I have always (somehow) understood that loving Christ requires sacrifice and that there is a deeper learning to be had in the sacrifice. There are paradoxes within paradoxes, it seems to me. St. John of the Cross talks about those of us who are (for whatever reason) weaker needing consolations. It took me a while to figure out what 'consolations' are, never having come across the term before two years ago. It is so different to the charismatic/evangelical protestantism of my adulthood, or the wishy-washy, wet-weekend in Portsmouth, middle-class Jesus of the non-conformist churches I grew up in (no offence to Portsmouth). Indeed, the main criticism of the charismatic/evangelical church of my adulthood could be that it focuses too much on 'consolations'. I am not criticising; as Richard Foster and Gayle Beebe point out in Longing for God, every movement has its flaws. It is wise for us to be aware of them, lest we be deceived into thinking ours is the only 'right' way, or that ours is always the 'best' way. Everything begins with humility, as Teresa of Avila is so fond of saying.

Maybe people desire consolations because, as Pascal said, human beings operate, spiritually, on different 'levels' (I think it was Pascal, it may not have been). It's all the way through the Interior Castle, too. I know Teresa of Avila wrote to address the needs of her Sisters (she says so in her introduction), and proclaims herself weak, but she does talk often about consolations.

The reality of suffering can make the strongest of us buckle and long for God's touch with a yearning beyond anything else we will ever know. Suffering can, and does, bring everything into stark, sharp focus. Some of us experience suffering, and darkness, in order to learn the glory of the light. I don't think there's anything wrong with that and I would hate for someone to be put off God because they're miserable and think they're not 'good enough'. The reality is that none of us are good enough. None of us deserve the consolations that God does give. This isn't criticism of the post below. Just thoughts. It is a very thought-provoking post, as usual from Contemplative in the Mud. What a blessing!

In conclusion, God is always good, even when life is not, and as Ann Voskamp says, all is grace. Now here's the original post:

Meet These Very Inspiring Bloggers

A few days ago, my good friend and fellow blogger Connie Gochenaur surprised me with a nomination for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Connie writes two very good blogs, including one that chronicles her mother’s journey through dementia.   341 more words