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May in the glasshouse
Dearest Daughter of God, Let Him take that off your shoulders. The load that has been weighing you down. It was never yours to carry to begin with… the glasshouse Leave those burdens by the door. You won’t need them here. Relax your shoulders, your jaw, your hands. Settle into the glasshouse, the place He longs to meet with you. He sees you. All the things you’ve been juggling, each time you’ve tried to sustain yourself and do things in your own strength. He sees you and He’s with you. “Daughter, let it go,” He whispers over you. “And give it to Me.” Every anxious thought. Every item on our…
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Writing as Worship
“May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.” PSALM 19:14 (NIV) More than a Story Read Psalm 121:1-2 Our family took a mini break to a seaside township in the far south of our state. While we were there, I planned to research for my first historical fiction novel. What took me by surprise, however, was the absolute majesty of the hills surrounding us. In the middle of winter, mist lingered over the peaks and even over the fields. There were hazy sunsets and even foggier dawns. Light rain fell upon lush grass where farm…
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Easter in the Glasshouse
Dearest Daughter of God, Take a deep breath, slip off your shoes, and ground yourself in this truth – God is faithful. the glasshouse The glasshouse falls quiet. A somber note hums through the reeds and even the Nocturnum Orchids stay still, their blooms closed despite the darkness. Moonlight spills over the surface of the water, broken only by our toes at the water’s edge. A tentative swirl. We rest a moment. The Master Gardner is here. He pauses with us and offers to wash our feet. Night sounds fill our ears and our minds, and we dare to stop. To quiet the world and accept this gift. This moment.…
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January in the Glasshouse
Dearest Daughter of God, Take a deep breath. No matter what circumstances have led to this moment, let them go, breathe them out, and step into the glasshouse. ‘His house is my shelter and secret retreat. It is there I find peace in the midst of storm and turmoil. Safety sits with me in the hiding place of God. He will set me on a rock, high above the fray.’ Psalm 27:5 (VOICE) the glasshouse Come in out of the weather. Let me take your coat. You won’t need it. Not here. Breathe deep, Daughter of God. You’re safe. The Master Gardener has long been at work in this place…
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Believing the lie
For thirty-something years, I lived under the incorrect assumption that I didn’t have a green thumb. Growing up, my experience of gardening had been limited to pulling weeds. So, in my young-adult life, I never bothered with a garden because for me all it represented was hard work for little return. Because weeds always grew back. I believed the lie that I was no good at gardening. I firmly believed I would kill every plant I touched, so it was best for everyone involved if I didn’t even try. What changed this for me was when my husband collected fruit trees from a family friend’s deceased estate. Everything had to…
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Wounded and On the Run
Turn your wounds into victorious scars. The North American bull elk is a spirited animal known for its strength and stamina and its ability to run for many miles, even after having been shot and wounded by a hunter. Known as blood trailing, the hunter tracks the elk, finds it and kills it. In her breakthrough book, Wounded and On the Run, Wendy draws on the uncanny parallels between wounded Christians and the elk. Sharing her deeply personal story with courage and vulnerability, she reveals how the hunter, Satan inflicted decades of wounds involving shame, trauma and hurt within the church. This kept her running for years, until she found…
