Category Archives: Etheree

Lent calls us to prayer with intention. It can be silent. Go to your room and pray. Put down the cares of the world. No one but God needs to hear you. Quiet your mind and open your heart. Pray … Continue reading →

Lent is time to walk in the wilderness, wrestling with demons which tempt and distract me; praying contemplatively about ministries calling me to service which I have failed to hear. Christ is the path out of the wilderness. LENT February … Continue reading →

I believe God places certain people in my path, angels who guide me in facing difficult situations. Their experiences show me how to gracefully extend my reach to embrace the challenges in my life. EPIPHANY Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Roads beckon. Seas and skies, stretching out far as the eye can see, offer promises of adventure, renewal, and new memories of time and space to replace tired scenes replayed often. A case of wanderlust is hard to shake. EPIPHANY … Continue reading →

I long for the stillness of a blanket of new fallen snow. Harsh noises of the world hushed by nature’s elegance. Unable to hear any sound, except my own breath, I love to walk in the quiet solitude of God’s … Continue reading →

I wish that I could solve all the problems of my beloveds so that their lives were free of any pain or sadness, fear, heartache or disappointment. Yet we raised them to be smart and strong. Their struggles will only … Continue reading →

The greyness of the day dissolves into the blackness of night. The sunlight did little to ameliorate the chill that grew more bitter as night fell. The bleakness of the winter matches my mood, in unsettled hibernation. EPIPHANY February 1, … Continue reading →

Unknowing is such a hard place to be. I want certainty and clarity or at least directional signs to prove I am right on track leaving no room for doubt. There is discomfort in unknowing. It is here I find … Continue reading →

There are times when my energy is low and I have no creativity. Nothing excites me or captures my attention to draw me out of my fallowness. Yet resting the soul feeds and creates a time of renewed growth. EPIPHANY … Continue reading →

A rainy day, snuggled on the sofa with a fleece blanket and a puppy, whose shape and color remind me of a cinnamon roll as she sleeps curled upon my lap.   The work can wait. This sweet quiet time is … Continue reading →