s a v o r i n g
grace-filled moments
Stories from a soulful introvert and enthusiastic learner with a thirst for God
Hello, my friend!
I’m Deane and I’m delighted that you have stopped by. This is the place where you’ll find nurturing stories from the life I find myself living, along with tales from the past that illustrate the healing and hope I’ve found.
I love God (a lot) and believe that the path toward wholeness begins with the wonder of being so very loved by Him.
So, like a hug after coffee and good conversation, I pray you will take a deep breath and find something to savor as you navigate this safe place written with you in mind.
T H E B L O G
Writings of God’s Love, Hope, and Restoration
S P I R I T U A L D I R E C T I O N
A journey of restoration
Christ lovingly invites you and me to live in freedom with our wounds gently held and our fragile hearts lovingly tended. Jesus said in Matthew 11:28, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” He calls himself gentle and lowly in heart, and offers Himself as a place for us to find refreshment for our souls. God’s grace stitches the tender seams and enables His Spirit to affirm His love again and again as we lean our weary hearts into the truth of His precious loving kindness.
Are you feeling weary?
That's the journey I'm on. Because of God’s compelling love for me, I'm beginning to unfold my cautious arms to trust that the mended places are beginning to heal. I can trust God while stepping into the truth of who He is and who He has created me to be. Transformation starts with relationship - which begins with spending time together. Talking and listening. Being vulnerable. Waiting. Trusting. Tip toeing out of hiding. This is just the first step of the spiritual direction pilgrimage and I’d love for you to join me.
E - N E W S L E T T E R
I woke up this morning feeling rather sad. There was nothing major on my mind, just a small ache in my soul.
I got up, put on my clothes, went down to the kitchen, and prepared my coffee.
Checking my feelings all the while, I tried to pinpoint the source of my malaise. Not much came to mind for today.
After my pour-over was poured into my mug, I headed back upstairs to my cosy, quiet studio where I pulled out my notebook and phone with my Bible App and started, as I always do, with a scripture.
I read, “Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning, Psalm 30:5b.
All and good, I say. I didn’t weep last night, and I sure don’t feel any joy this morning.
I guess that is not the scripture for me!