My Grandfather Is The Man

As a 5-year-old, there was this swing in Maine that captured my heart. It was a different kind of swing, made out of wood, with a spot for your hands and feet. It was located right by the water, so I could swing for hours as my grandparents sat by the lake. I couldn’t get…

Read More

Holy, Holy

When starting this article, I had to think about what holy actually meant. I don’t know about you, but when I think of holy, I think of Saints and other religious icons, so I looked up the definition of holy on Dictionary.com. It says “dedicated or consecrated to God or a religious purpose; scared.” Honestly,…

Read More

My Dirty Work Gloves

Holy, That word freaks me out, yet calms me at the same time. It conjures up a standard I will never reach, and at the same time a peace that I often feel. Holy=God. That’s what I know in my brain. That’s what I sing. It is a fact confirmed in HIs word. How then,…

Read More

Road Blocks

Holy Spirit, you are welcome here. Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere. Your glory, God, is what our hearts long for. To be overcome by your presence, Lord. Just love that song by Francesca Battistelli, when I listen to it peace just washes over me. Here’s a link to it if you’d like…

Read More