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The Richest of Food

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On this gray rainy morning I read in Luke that at daybreak, Jesus went out to a solitary, secluded location, perhaps in the nearby desert. I picture him sitting outside somewhere just a ways out from the town and all the people he loved, the ones he came to serve. He was in the midst of an exhausting but powerful ministry and it must have felt overwhelming at times. But he knew himself and he knew what kept him going. Time away from his work talking and being with His Father seemed to be an important part of Jesus’ ministry.

Just the night before, he had attended to all those who had been brought to him who were sick. He laid his hands on them and they were healed. With great compassion he had rebuked demons and commanded with authority that they be silent. He must have spent every ounce of strength that night. But the next morning, early, he found a quiet place to replenish his soul.

I can feel an overwhelming exhaustion at times. Not necessarily from being out in ministry like Jesus, but just from living. From listening and talking and writing and doing the work I’m called to do.

But this morning I come to my quiet place, groggily listening for the birds who are greeting the day and noticing that a gentle breeze is sifting through the emerging leaves in the tree tops outside my window. The raindrops are splashing on my little deck offering their quiet plopping, doing what they do, nourishing and replenishing the land.


I am here in my quiet place feeding my soul, by remembering the hope I carry and by welcoming in my Father God. This gift of faith sits in my chest and I cherish it, longing for it to grow, to matter, to comfort and reassure me when the internal battle gets loud and threatens to overpower the growing seed of faith deep inside.

The loudness of the world can squash the deeper things that matter. It makes a way for numbness and fear. But coming to this quiet place I am reminded, once again (will I ever be free of the need?) that my Father sees and knows all, is with me, and wants me to be me. My weariness is born of my continual need to be reminded and assured. So every day I come and feed on the richest of food, the kind that nourishes my soul. In Psalm 63 David says, that in the midst of remembering and praising God, he will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods. Worship fills up the empty places that threaten to starve us and render us as passive, broken, or unusable vessels.

But there is this quiet place that draws us and allows us to come empty, worried, and unsure, to open the door on a full-flavored feast ( do you smell a roast beef baking?) a place to sing in the shadow of His wing and a strong right hand to hold us warmly to himself. Here. Today. Now.

If you are one who longs to “eat and be satisfied,” I encourage you to pick up your Bible, turn to Psalm 63, Romans 8, Ephesians 1, or the book of John and begin your feast. Write down a few words that seem to call out to you. Let them simmer for a bit. Prepare to be satisfied!

be rooted in the moment of now

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My husband and I have lived in our present house for 25 years. During that time my husband has planted and grown some memorable flowers in our garden and along the back fence. He has done wonders with lovely day lilies and evening primroses, gentle wild geraniums, multicolored zinnias and the huge purple clematis blossoms that climb up the white trellis lining the walkway from our garage to the back porch. But in those 25 years I have never once picked a bouquet of peonies. I mean, they have been there but the bushes are small and the blooms open quietly in early June and before I know it they are drooping their heavy floppy heads and I’ve basically just forgotten or ignored them.

Maybe I disregarded them all these years because they are small bushes and have never even come close to the bushes I remember on the farm where I lived with my family during my elementary school years. The house was old and unpainted but, in contrast, every June the gigantic peony bushes, probably 4 or 5 of them would burst into bloom and become a beacon of outrageous beauty all along the front of the house…the first thing you’d see as you drove up the lane. Their image has stayed in my memory for these many years.

But the peonies here have not been quite as spectacular. They’ve been small but, to give them a bit of credit, they have bloomed! Sometimes only one lone flower has popped up and out but before I know it, she finds herself bent over, her lovely head touching her toes, covered in dirt. And I missed her.

On Instagram @mamawatters encourages us to “be rooted in the moment of now.” And it makes me wonder what I am missing today because I’m sending my roots everywhere distracted by many things like Martha getting ready in the kitchen while Mary sits at Jesus’ feet. Mary had no worries about food or preparations. She was rooted in the moment and drinking in the tangible, heavy, presence of Jesus.

I’m sure Martha was listening from the kitchen, as she boiled the couscous, gathered up olives and chopped tomatoes. As she wiped up the table you can be sure she heard snippets of Jesus’s words. But her irritation and distraction kept her from taking them in, savoring them, or letting them go deep. She missed much because she was too busy to make the moment matter and fully find the treasures it had for her. I don’t know about you, but I can relate.

Not noticing or being too busy to pay attention to my peony’s meager offering, is small stuff compared to not sitting at Jesus’ feet. But is it really? What other ways has Jesus been present that I have let pass because I had to get supper on the table? What surprises have I not recognized as meant for me?

Stopping to take in even a sip of the beauty he has given, is like sitting at his feet and breathing in his wisdom for this moment . It’s like hearing his voice and opening the door. It’s like settling by quiet waters, knowing he is near.


For some reason, in this peony season, I stopped. I noticed those sweet bushes in the back yard and I ran out with my knife and captured a few for our breakfast table. Every day I have been feasting on them, finding joy in their simple presence and embracing them as one (of many) tangible ways God has expressed his love for me.

May we all be rooted in the moment of now and not miss the unique ways God reveals himself in the beauty he has planted all around us. Whether it be that butterfly floating around a flower, the blue sky with puffy white clouds, or a shy little goldfinch perched nearby with it’s little golden eye on us… or even the bright pink peonies leaning from a tiny bush in the back yard.

Do you think we can keep our eyes open today and come upon something that shouts “notice me! I’m your little surprise from God!”

I loved those huge purply red blossoms with ants crawling everywhere all over the bushes in my old farm yard. I imagine that we picked many bouquets every year from all the bushes and brought them in and feasted on their scrumptious messy beauty. That would have been a way to send down those roots of the moment, recognize them as gifts, and savor them just a bit longer.

How To Find Direction (Via Narnia)

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I’m escaping into Narnia these days, eager to dwell elsewhere for a while. Not because my reality is unfavorable but rather because my imagination is crying for nourishment and expression. So I’ll feed it here, with Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, and of course, Aslan.

In book #4 in the Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian, the siblings have been suddenly and unexpectedly called to Narnia because a battle is about to break out and the talking animals and dwarves need their help. The kids arrive and quickly learn why they have been summoned so they take off with Trumpkin, the dwarf sent to find them, to search for the quickest route before it is too late.


They come to the edge of a small precipice and find themselves looking down into a gorge with a river at the bottom. On the far side there are cliffs that rise much higher. Standing there they are quite unsure whether to go up to the cliffs or down the side of the gorge, which looks so much easier from their viewpoint. Lucy looks up and who should she see but Aslan peering at her from the heights! She immediately understands that he wants them to take that upper route and she speaks out to the others her desire to follow him. But after a quick discussion and a vote, three of the four say no. They can’t see Aslan and it looks much clearer and easier the other way so they ignore Lucy’s imploring tears and she follows them, grieving the whole way.

You can imagine the outcome of their plan and the eventual turn around and the meeting up with Aslan at a later time.

When Lucy and Aslan finally get a chance to talk, Aslan challenges Lucy concerning her decision to follow the group rather than doing what she knew he wanted her to do. She hadn’t even thought of that! But, if she truly loved and trusted Aslan, she realized that she should have followed him even if the others refused.

This little piece of the plot makes me think back to my own desire to follow Jesus. I looked for signs and hoped for a face that would guide me securely in the direction I should go.

  • Which college should I go to after Waldorf, my wonderful two-year college?

  • Should I travel with an international Lutheran Youth Encounter team after my college graduation? Which one?

  • Which teaching offer should I take? The one in Minneapolis or the smaller one in Cedar Rapids?

  • Is this young man, the one who keeps calling me, the one I should marry? How can I know?

I can tell you that I never saw a lion in the clouds compelling me to follow him…or Jesus for that matter. But I did pray with all my heart that he would guide me in whichever direction I ended up going.

And He did. Looking back I see his face in every decision and in every next step.

The way I see it, he is always with me, even today he is right here holding my heart and helping me find my way.

  • The Psalmist claims in Psalm 121, “The LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

  • After Moses died, the LORD told Joshua to to cross the Jordan River and head on in to the land he had promised them so many years before. He said these words: “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go”. God was with him wherever he went.

I believe the LORD who talked with Joshua and the one who the psalmist is speaking of is the same God who lives in us today. He is with me. He is with you. He guides in mysterious ways. He leads gently and quietly, but his presence is clearly seen when we look back on what he has done and where he has led.

What decision are you on the precipice of today? Are you looking for a sign? Do you wonder which way God wants you to go?


Here’s my suggestion. Pray. Tell him that you need him. Wait for him. Open the door and invite him in. Silently sit with him and lay out the question on the table. Enjoy being with him. Rest with him. Trust that he is with you. You are not alone in the room. Do your best to make the best decision.

Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy and Trumpkin eventually come face to face with the Lion and each has to do business with their decision not to follow him earlier. But they are all met with love and grace as he continues to guide them in the direction they needed to go. I love the picture. It is for each of us as we make daily decisions. It may be in regard to our thoughts, our words, our attitudes or our actions. It may be a job decision, a house to buy, or to which college to send our kids. He wants to be sought, invited and followed.

The Holy Spirit is in us, leading and guiding, and yes, loving us all the way.

Faith And A Foggy Morning

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On this spring morning, a fog has quietly slipped in and transformed my normal view. A ghostly grayness encloses everything and the tall dark trees stand quietly in contrast. The thick otherworldly mist clouds my reality while even the birds sound muffled and far away. I hear the lonely train whistle that offers an eerie quietness, not in a bad way, but like I’m being invited into a mystery. Perhaps there’s a secret wardrobe somewhere and if I happen upon it and step in, new possibilities await . Maybe there’s a secret gate into whatever is waiting for me. Wonder invites me to explore.