Creative Meaning Maker
This is not a new blog. I could have written it at any point in the last 30 years. When I come across it I get in touch with the deep longing in my soul all over again. And as we live in this election year and all the sadness and anxiety I can so… Continue reading I am waiting
‘And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts. And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.’ Luke 23:48,49 Who were they, these women whose silence shouted, whose voicelessness spoke?… Continue reading Eve’s Daughters
Dear One, By the time you get this note you will be about half-way through the trauma program. You are missed, my dear friend! Something happened with my rescue puppy, Samwise, this morning that reminded me, again, of the effects of trauma. I used to put his food in a bowl under the utility sink in the… Continue reading Letter to a Traumatized Friend
Welcome Word: Speak life. Create all. Welcome Light: Shine glory. Illumine all. Welcome Flesh: Dwell full. Engrace all.
I first discovered the “desert fathers” in Henri Nouwen’s little book, The Way of the Heart. His book was a such a gentle beginning to what I continue to find as a deeply Biblical, existentially honest look at the interior life. Nouwen did not speak, as the Desert Fathers did, about the “demons” in my soul. Rather, he spoke… Continue reading Just Under the Surface
When I am in a season of seeking to remember and reclaim why I am alive, I reach for the novels of Elizabeth Goudge. Finding myself once more in that season, I am re-reading my old friends. The Scent of Water is among my top three of her stories. Goudge, herself a devout Christian who… Continue reading A Root of Integrity
Even though I love nature, I’m not much of a camper. I still remember the night when I was about eight, lying in a tent in a “beautiful” site we had procured rather late in the day somewhere in the Rockies …only to discover the site had not been previously taken for an excellent reason: trains… Continue reading Welcome to the Wilderness
Earlier this month I found myself standing in front of a group of women introducing my long-time colleague in ministry, Reggie Kidd. In attempting to set the context, I quoted the beginning of Psalm 133: “ Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers (and sisters) dwell together in unity.” And I was reminded of the… Continue reading April Dew
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope.” Mary waited, as a sword swings constantly before her, and the frantic mother and father looking for a lost twelve-year-old find him unapologetically residing in his Father’s house. Martha and Mary waited for their friend and Lord to come heal their… Continue reading As A Watchman Who Waits
Last March I had the incredible privilege of staying in a 14th century Pele tower in Northumbria. It’s bay-shaped windows faced north toward Scotland in a tower that was originally intended to protect the family fortress from marauders from the north. Unfortunately, it could not protect me from the tiny marauders within. I’m quite allergic to… Continue reading Breathe
Carla Waterman 