I don’t live at this site anymore!!! I have a new and improved and more functioning “look” to show you and I would LOVE if you continued to follow me there.
I was only able to import my email subscribers to my new place, but to ALL my wordpress subscribers, you’ll have to come on over and subscribe via email. If you don’t come and subscribe, I’ll be forever wounded. 
Come see, come see!!!! http://the-lifeartist.com/ I’m so excited!!!!
Love,
Erika
We road-tripped it to the south side of the Mason-Dixon line, leaving at 4am on a Friday morning because our 3 wee hooligans begged us to depart while it was still black out, exclaiming that adventure is better when you’re up before the sun. (Like, duh!!!) We conceded to their enthusiasm for an un-godly exit for our own reasons . . . I mean, WHO, I ask you, wants to drive through NYC and across the GW Bridge during rush hour?
Adrenaline for the kids, caffeine for the adults, we travelled through the still star-lit sky towards our holiday destination of Williamsburg, VA. My generously-giving Gramma gifted us with a timeshare at a lovely resort in the center of our nation’s “Historic Triangle”.
The following performances are examples of how the Morrison’s amuse themselves when the miles get long. You’ll notice which two of our little men crave the camera and which boy doesn’t, non-performer that he is.
Love,
E-Mo (A friend of mine decided this should be my new nickname. I’m using it to determine if I like it.)
The End.
It’s been near to three weeks since I’ve been to my cyber home, but it feels like eons and I’ve missed – truly missed – you all and the language of Spirit that fills the space between us. I’m sorry for not swinging in sooner with an update – I had no idea life would toss me up so good that I wouldn’t even have the energy to punch a few keys and send you a message.
Between foreclosure and moving and all the mayhem it holds, I should tell you that I’ll be gone from here for a bit longer. I’m plumb wrung dry from the days behind me and need to soak Living Water in quiet for a while.
But, hang on to your girdle {Gladys} because I have a couple of things coming at you this fall that I am excited about!
Love You So,
Erika
“I believe that by God’s grace it is our destiny, in this life or in whatever life awaits us, to discover the face of our inmost being, to become at last and at great cost who we truly are.” ~ Frederick Buechner
Our breakfast nook by the sea.
We went to the Stony Creek shore, my girl Jenni and I, and sat down at the scarred wooden table outside the breakfast and pizza shop, next to the antique store. This is the quintessential New England setting by the sea and the two of us take these bits-of-time every chance we can – the scenery, the slow, the quiet, the hearts reaching toward one another in gentle, vital communion.
There we were with the lapping waves and the breeze and the sun-rays slanting and casting shadows when the sharing turned extra deep to get the load off our chests, to bear one another’s burdens . . . From an ache pressing against the surface of her ribs, Jen says to me, “I just need someone to tell me who I am again.“
{Have you ever felt that? The burning-raw need to put language to your identity? Or is it enough to know that you operate from your true self, language notwithstanding?}
Her pain reaches straight through my skin and grabs hold tight to my heart as I look at her through the quickly forming pools in my vision. Across our half-eaten omelets sits a face I have journeyed with for ten years and I meet her gaze that had already let-go liquid emotion.
This woman with the green eyes and the ready love, I know her. I know her as much as my human intuition and our relationship history allows and she knows me.
Heart-to-heart we walked through the discovering, uncovering of what God had named us from the beginning, as His very own daughters.
Liberty is her name and the seed from which all her fruit grows, the lens through which she views the world, what she offers when she enters a room, the aura that follows in the wake of all her movement. The piece of Jesus’ body she carries. It cannot be stripped from her core I know, but can be hidden beneath the pressures and circumstances of life and she is in the midst of them right now.
Liberty
“I just need someone to tell me who I am again.”
The only thing I can tell her from the seat of my plastic outdoor chair is that I know her name and I know what’s in that name. All of who she is fly’s from the center of it and my dear Liberty, while the future application of your name is in perpetual emergence, remember that I know you, that He knows you and we will not let the deepest parts of your kingdom gift go unrequited.
What about you? Is there a word that rests in the crux of your core? An inherent piece of Christ that manifests naturally from your heart?
I would love to hear about it . . .
Love,
Life
Dear Reader,
Your question – the one about church and “why go?” – has stayed suspended in my molecular space and will not leave for the life of me.
And I’ve been ruminating, rolling the query over and around.
Now it sits, just there, a small burden in my belly.
Because the thing is, I don’t believe that all Christians should go to church, but I absolutely believe, from every angle of my feeble heart, that all Christians need to do Church . . .
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Today I’m over at Deeper Story (www.deeperstory.com – if the link doesn’t work.) talking about church . . . Join me?
