Ready to Make Friends with Poetry? ⟶
I was re-reading my journal the other night, recapping life since May 2014 (when I started this particular volume). On December 10th I had written, “Mom’s (my mother in law’s) hip surgery is today. Life as you know it will stop.” I have no idea why I wrote that other than I felt prompted by…
I grew up in Southern California, in the ‘shadow’ of Disneyland. My husband’s uncle owned a home on the street behind the Park and we often sat on the hoods of our cars and watched the fireworks over the trees. They appeared at 9:00 on the dot every night in the summer. Some things…
“Personally, I know little about God, whoever he is. If he is. I realize, however, that to some, he’s downright awesome. From Gram’s description, I picture him like a raptor with a sky’s wingspan, exhaling love’s oxygen on his hatchlings, feeding them comfort and truth and power straight from his beak.” -Sugar Birds, Cheryl Bostrom…
This post is part of a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard, by LL Barkat. I will post my discoveries as I process them. This is not a book review, per se, but perhaps a book invitation… ~~~~~~~~~~ I watch the clouds drift by…
Pre -storm sunset, Elliott Bay, Seattle. L.M. Johnson (my daughter) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just thinking about the power and fury of the storm that has affected the Eastern part of the country….we are so small. God is so not. May we look to Him in the days to come.
Oak tree, Audubon Park New Orleans The story of David and Goliath in I Samuel 17 takes place in the valley of Elah–‘oak’. Perhaps there were strong, towering oak trees there, a visual reminder of the stirring story that unfolded when Goliath challenged the mighty men of Israel. Young David, the shepherd, was overcome…