Tag Archives: joy

twilight waiting

Still working my way through sharing the pages created during Advent, although my heart this morning is holding vigil for the Holy Innocents.

The second photo is our labyrinth before re-blazing it last night. There is no filter on the photo, just nature’s twilight.


joy overflowing

Lord, you know us. You know we often confuse the joy we find in a feast with family and friends, a cheerfully trimmed tree, or even in the carols sung at church with the joy the angels sing about. Help us to focus on the things that bring YOU joy–justice for the oppressed, courage for the fearful, welcome for the excluded, comfort for the grieving, companionship for the lonely.

~Lynn Willis, LEAD Advent Resources


the abode of JOY

Abide in the abode of JOY.

I’ve never considered abide and abode as word cousins before. It makes sense, though.


As I was creating the background there was something about the pattern that seemed familiar. In looking at my camera photos later, I discovered where I had seen it ~ with the snow falling in the moonlight.


yes bursts of joy

What pent-up joy bursts forth in this small circle of ordinary? ~Kayla McClurg


This week I am sharing journaling images that were part of last year’s Journaling through Advent experience, images that were created and never shared. I’m in the process of gathering another group this year. Might you be interested in joining me? Check it out here: http://www.grunewaldguild.com/upcoming/journaling-through-advent.

newness emerging

During the conference, I was smitten by the lyrics of “Light Dawns on a Weary World” written by Mary Louise Bringle.

Light dawns on a weary world when eyes begin to see all people’s dignity. Light dawns on a weary world: the promised day of justice comes.

The trees shall clap their hands; the dry lands, gush with springs; the hills and mountains shall break forth with singing! We shall go out in joy, and be led forth in peace, as all the world in wonder echoes shalom.

Love grows in a weary world when hungry hearts find bread and children’s dreams are fed. Love grows in a weary world: the promised feast of plenty comes.

Hope blooms in a weary world when creatures, one forlorn, find wilderness reborn. Hope blooms in a weary world: the promised green of Eden comes.