Morning comes and I strike a match to begin the day with an act of faith The small, silent flame my symbol of your existence. It’s been years now since this morning-time filled journal pages with questions answered, scriptures illumined, dreams interpreted, hope realized. So many words. It was easy then to believe you loved [...]
This fall, I begin the second of a two-year program to become a Spiritual Director. If your background touches any Catholic or Anglican traditions, you’ve likely heard of Spiritual Direction and things are clicking into place. If not, you might be puzzled as to why you’ve never heard of this. That was me just a few [...]
A helpful way of life has been making itself clear to me, and the more I chew on it, the more goodness I taste. Can I share this way with you? It's bringing me a freedom from anxiety and a joy in the present that until now has eluded me. Just about every good transformation [...]
It’s two days before Christmas, and I give up on finding the last-minute gifts. It is what it is. Now is the time to be enough and have enough. It is Sunday morning and the day is before us and all shall be well. All shall be well for there is more than enough. My [...]
There was the true Light which coming into the world enlightens every man. . He was in the world and the world was made through Him and the world did not know Him. . He came to His own and those who were His own did not receive Him. We have the luxury of hindsight, [...]
It's December Already? I am not quite ready to celebrate Christmas time, even though December is upon us and it’s been 30 degrees all week. Which is odd, because Christmas has already come and gone at the Springer homestead. My side of the family celebrated a Thanks-Christmas last week while all 14 of us were [...]
5 Ways to Hold On When You Can't Hear God's Voice --- For a good while now, my conversations with God have been one-sided. I talk... and then there’s silence. I ask... and perceive no response. I wait…… and still there is no sense of His nearness. This is not normal for me and God. I feel forgotten, alone, defective. Hope wanes. The light of my countenance dulls. An extended “silent treatment” has afforded plenty of time to try a few new-to-me “are you there, God?” posturings.
