The Rhythm of Sunday
Sunday – the first day of the week. The seven-fold rhythm, set from the beginning, now begins with a resurrection, with worship, and rest. His finished wo...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Learning "glad and natural living in the recognized presence of God." Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.
The Blessed Thorn
Where would I be without this thorn in my flesh? Resting on plastic laurels of pride and vainglory. This thorn – it keeps me near His crown. It pricks me ...
morning prayer :: for a groggy day
I lift my eyes to the Ebenezer hills, thankful for small mercies after a sleepless night. The sun is here to warm and cheer, and I give my tired praise, even as...
Strike-anywhere love
On cold days, remember, Love is a strike-anywhere match. Even the irritation of this day is friction for the fire. When life rubs rough, bring your kind...
When you need a break in the clouds
This afternoon, the winter clouds are thick and heavy with snow. Oh there is wonder in the whiteness of it all, but sometimes I just need a little break. This m...