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An excerpt from chapter five of In the Cleft Joy Comes In the Mourning

A Sample from Chapter five Note: This post article is also posted in the gospel blog by FEBC Tear Soup “Grandy’s arms ached and she felt stone cold and empty. There were no words that could describe the pain she was feeling. What’s more, when she looked out the window it surprised her to see how the rest of the world was going on as usual while her world had stopped.” --Tear Soup by Pat Schwiebert and Chuck Deklyen I watched Zach tinker with his Legos, oblivious, for the mom

Useless Prayer by Henri Nouwen

“WHY should I spend an hour in prayer when I do nothing during that time but think about people I am angry with, people who are angry with me, books I should read and books I should write, and thousands of other silly things that happen to grab my mind for a moment? The answer is: because God is greater than my mind and my heart, and what is really happening in the house of prayer is not measurable in terms of human success and failure. What I must do first of all is be faith

Imagination

I love Frederick Buechner and came across this wonderful piece of writing from his website www.frederickbuechner.com/content/imagination Even a thousand miles inland you can smell the sea and hear the mewing of gulls if you give thought to it. You can see in your mind's eye the living faces of people long dead or hear in the mind's ear the United States Marine Band playing "The Stars and Stripes Forever." If you work at it, you can smell the smell of autumn leaves burning or

Slow Down

I find it sad that we rush through life and miss so many beautiful moments along the way. So many days, it feels like I'm pressed, rushed and anxious to get it all done, only to do life in that same hurried way the next day. I had a dream a few nights ago that I was speeding through a school zone and was stopped by the police. Whenever I dream, I know I need to pay attention to what God is speaking to me. Very clearly, I knew he was telling me to SLOW DOWN. I know how I

Tear Soup

Grandy's arms ached and she felt stone cold and empty. There were no words that could describe the pain she was feeling. What's more, when she looked out the window it surprised her to see how the rest of the world was going on as usual while her world had stopped. Tear Soup by Pat Schwiebert and Chuck Deklyen #text

Finding Beauty in the ordinary

Note: This blog post article is also posted in the gospel blog by FEBC The mind is an endlessly fascinating place and when we can train our minds to see beauty in the ordinary, life can become a wondrous journey. Sadly, if we are not careful, we can find ourselves ruminating over all that is wrong in our day to day lives, but when we change the way we filter our world, our lives become joy-centered. Rather than being bored, stressed, and anxious, we can become curious, all