I am a follower of Jesus deeply passionate about ushering in the Presence of God through worship and prayer. I'm on a mission to follow Jesus to serve the undeserved in intercession and outreach.
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Hello Reader, I hope you had a sweet Thanksgiving! I have been enjoying a slow week here in Richmond filled with lots of books, beverages, and walks as the weather gets cooler here. I have been listening to Poor Bishop Hooper's new album, As Foretold this Advent- it's beautiful, go listen to it!!
Fundraising Update:Thanks to those like you who have given, I have reached my end-of-November goal! Currently, I need about $3,400 more total to be fully funded. We get to do this- we get the privilege to make His Name known in the nations. Thank you for joining me, we're all in it together! —Maddie |
Hi! I'm Maddie
I am a follower of Jesus deeply passionate about ushering in the Presence of God through worship and prayer. I'm on a mission to follow Jesus to serve the undeserved in intercession and outreach.
Hi Reader, I hope this letter finds you well, and that you are staying warm and enjoying the unescapable stillness winter provides. I want to share a sweet dream I had a couple of weeks ago with you. In the dream, I sat at a table across from my sister Avila. I said to her, “Jesus spent most of His life in the normalcy of what it means to be human- living day to day as we do. So our day-to-day, our mundane, that is what He wants to talk about. That is where He wants to meet us.” As I told her...
a thought (or two) on trees My journals, sketchbooks, and anyone who has spent enough time with me know of my love for trees. I still find just as much joy in climbing a tree as I did when I was a little girl- still nothing like sitting up high surrounded by branches swinging from limb to limb. Recently, someone asked me why trees, what draws me to them? I found myself at a loss of words. But after pondering for a while, I realized that most of my fascination would have to do with knowing...
Happy Thanksgiving Reader! I listen to the song "Snow" by Sleeping at Last as I write... "Like the petals in our pockets may we remember who we are, unconditionally cared for by those who share our broken hearts." Give it a listen. Snow Sleeping At Last PREVIEW With each passing day, I see more and more how pressures and pains produce the strongest boughs and the deepest wells for the Lord to fill. Truly He does turn mourning into dancing and ashes into beauty. Trees need testing wind to...