Author Archives: Esther Hizsa
Count Yourself In
The gull stood on a rock in the sea.Ferry wash struck the rock and drenched her. She shifted her stance but remained, webbed feet on cold mount,as another wave splashed over her,then, another,and another. Why does she keep standing there? The next … Continue reading
The Word Became Flesh
The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighbourhood.We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son,Generous inside and out, true from start to finish.-John 1:14 (The Message) Credits and References:Image of candle from Rawpixel Creative … Continue reading
Encountering God in Our Emotions
The Christmas season tends to evoke a range of emotions in us. While we express tidings of comfort and joy, we may feel anything but comforted or joyful. It’s good to pay attention to those unsettling feelings and listen to … Continue reading
Christ In Me, With Me, For Me
This Advent, God’s been inviting me to live in the reality that Christ is in me, with me, and for me. I noticed, when I undertook a task or wrote a post, that I was not alone. I felt accompanied … Continue reading
A Wondrous Thought
After the angel Gabriel’s visit, Mary woke to a new reality. The pondering of her heart emerged on her lips as she washed the dishes and passed by the beggars on her way to fetch water. “My soul glorifies the … Continue reading
When Love Happens
To loveand be loved.We were made for this.Love created the earth, the stars, the seas.Everything and everyone was made of You,from Loveby Love,for Love. Love is the one thing needed,the command that keeps all others. To see what love does–there … Continue reading
A Walk with Rod Part 2
Hey friends, Remember when I wrote about my mom loving me the way I wanted to be loved the day after I went for a walk with a friend and talked about accepting that she loves me the way she … Continue reading
Colloquy 2*
I awoke to find a blanket of yellow covering the lawn. Other fading leaves still clung to the tree. Eventually, they would tire, loosen their grip and be vulnerable to the next brisk breeze. Then, my dear tree will stand naked while rain pelts, winds push and pull and snow … Continue reading
An Everyday Pilgrim 