“There is no fear in love; instead, perfect love drives out fear, because fear involves punishment. So the one who fears is not complete in love.” 1 John 4:18 (CSB) Dearest Readers, There is a hush in The Wilderness Place; snow continues to fall. The quiet settles my soul, and I find myself resting in the sacred place. Once again, I am reminded in Him there is perfect peace. Peace, the life-raft tossed into the murky waters of living with chronic illness. Calmness washes away my fear. I catch it and grip it in my hands. This is exactly...Read More
Author: Tammy L. Mashburn
Boundaries protect me from the known as well as the unknown. Dearest Reader, As I thought of you earlier, considered my life with chronic illness, the word boundaries came to mind. I refer to this land we call home The Wilderness Place. The view from our deck is wide open space. If I were to let our Sweet Lola out, minus her leash, she would run as far and as fast as she could. Chasing field mice and grasshoppers, flushing out the occasional quail. It’s not safe for her. In the heat of summer, I fear the venomous snakes that...Read More
When you realize you have begun to muscle your way through life, it is time to simplify. Time to slow and breathe. Photo credit: Alex @ unsplash.com Dearest Readers, I hope your holidays were beautiful and restful, filled with laughter, love, and family. I thought of you many times. It has been days since I have come to the page, and yet my journal is near full of words, words spoken in the Secret Place. There has been much pruning in my heart these past weeks. The simple truth is this; I over-committed, left good work undone, ignored deadlines,...Read More
From Nazareth to Bethlehem, Mary, heavy with child rides on a donkey’s back. Mary, not much more than a mere girl carries within, not just any babe, but the Christ child, come to save the world. What was she thinking? What thoughts and fears swirled through her young mind? Dearest Readers, Rain streams down the windows, the Winter Solstice arrives Friday and Christmas day draws near, the words, “The weary world rejoices,” ring in my heart. (from O Holy Night written by Placide Cappeau) I ponder my weariness in this season, the going and doing, when all I want...Read More
Anna, waiting, heart beating in anticipation. Anna, waiting, did not leave the temple. Anna, praising and worshiping, looking forward, waiting. Waiting for a Savior. Dearest Readers, I hope you made it back for week two of our Upside-Down Advent. We spent two days blanketed by snow, curled up next to the Christmas tree watching snowflakes dance to the ground. It felt as if it was some sort of prelude for the days to come. A holy hush fell over the Wilderness Place; eyes were drawn to the window, waiting and watching the sky. Advent, a season of waiting, a period...Read More
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