Spring resurrection

Intense...that is what my days have been in the last few months. Dealing with issues within and without. I am finding  myself listening to stories of pain and dealing alongside those who in my realm of influence who are just plain angry. Intense...

At the same time Scotty is away working hard like a farmer at harvest. I am alone many a evening pondering the best next step. I have also been figuring out what it is I need in my own personal life to fall back into step with the Redeemer.

Redemption is always our story but this resurrection season, I am not looking for redemption  as much as I need Resurrection.  I need to be made alive again...for it seems I have been nestling in death.

Wrapped as if in the tunic of death, wrapped tight in the confines of my own limitations and expectations.  I am waiting to hear him say..."Heidi, come forth!" Like Lazarus I will emerge into bright life having death fall away from me.

This is my Hope this Resurrection season.

Why the winding road?

There are several things that irritate me about myself and one of those things is that I can't let it go. I have to mull, think over, analyze, ponder, muse every thought that passes through my head. I end up being far away from where I need to be and always less sure of what I was sure of before I began.
Enough already ...