Lately the prayer on my heart has been Come Holy Spirit.
In the last 2 years we have lost many dear friends and family members. Each loss has been an opportunity to dwell on a life well lived, with glimpses of God’s glory. Today I would like to honor one of our dear friends, Deacon Timothy Borbas.
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The words “make me an instrument” have been my prayer on repeat lately. I have clung to it when words and energy fall short…a resuscitation of old words that resound my desire to bring goodness and truth to every area of my life.
To be an instrument. Not the doer, but the means by which. A screwdriver may do work, but it is powerless on the tool bench without an actor. A piano may produce melodious sounds, but without the pianist it is just a piece of furniture. I want to be an instrument in the hands of God. Reaching to new places, as an accessible tool for God to do big work. Check out St. Francis of Assisi’s original Make Me An Instrument of Your Peace passage and stay tuned for parent, spouse, friend, and worker verses. Read More →
When you ask me to pray for you, I want to follow through on that task. Too often I remember once or twice over the next couple days, but don’t really make a plan to follow through. Recently I have been focusing on bringing intentionality to the way I pray for my friends and the circumstances. Read More →
We just got back from our crazy road trip, and were lucky enough that part of the adventure was spent in the mountains. For some people mountains are part of their everyday life, a typical geographical feature as common as trees, highways, or if in Texas, armadillo roadkill. But this is not my experience. These tall protrusions of the earth’s crust are novel, awning, and rare sitings for our family.
While driving or visiting these regions we never get used to the views and shout every 5 minutes “look look!” Requiring the other to look out at our view of the slightly different formations. It feels like we are sitting in the presence of giants.
Have you ever had this experience, whether you were hiking, driving, or even flying over head? The experience where you try your best to keep your head up the whole time because you don’t want to miss anything. The experience where you look around and the size of the mountains makes you look straight up as they reach in to the skies. I suppose, for you, this post could be “The Wisdom of the Forests,” or prairie land, or desert even. But for me, it is the mountains.
I am Amy. One part adventurer, one part working mama and wife, and one part cookies. Here I write about finding truth and joy in the everyday.
