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I am parched and dry dreaming of rain like a thirsty crop no, not rain: I imagine a downpour, would prefer a drenching a soaking like rum in a bread pudding. Oh, to be drunk on new wine to relish a draught of liquid life, Living Water. Sadly, there is no time to drink so…
I had the surprise privilege of teaching a short (four week) Summer School gig for a friend recently–and I do mean privilege. He asked if I could take over his Reading classes at a private Korean Academy. After thanking God for the answer to prayer for meeting a financial need, I then got VERY happy…
Several ideas swirled in my head about what to write this week–sentiments wrapped up in carefully selected words to leave my readers smiling or encouraged or… approving? But I decided to take a chance and just be real about where I’m at–I know my Father is okay with that. I hope you will be, too. …
I’d sure like a cup of coffee. The grounds go in the top, but where? And here is the glass pitcher 6 cups full of water but I don’t remember where to pour it. My mind is like a leaky bucket, a sad sieve that saves less and less these days, an empty, worn-out basket….
I just saw three chickadees stun themselves, Mama Bird watching from the patio post, hopeful their wings and their wisdom would coincide with the air. They collided instead with the window I see through now, fateful glass a barrier to their flight and freedom impeding the discovery of their birdy selves as creatures made for…
No one eats a slice of lemon meringue pie because they’re hungry. There’s no sustenance in golden brown gelatinous spun sugar. No energy to be gained by consuming a butter-laden yellow middle, no food group that would deem this crust of crumbs worthy of a bite. But I consume anyway, my eyes convincing me I…
You know how it is when you buy a new car, everywhere you look you see the same exact thing? Well, we haven’t bought a new car, but my sister in law and her husband did. They recently purchased a Nissan ‘Leaf’ and can’t stop singing it’s praises. While they are visiting us for a…
Downtown Disney, June 2013 It’s July 14th, Bastille Day. If I was French I’d be watching fireworks in my beret from my seat near La Tour Eiffel. But alas, I am in Seattle in the US of A and my July 14thlooks quite different. My husband and I are celebrating our anniversary and I think…
We’ve been informed we are flying at 29,000 feet (approximately) above the face of the Earth, suspended (how? by speed, lift and whatnot) like a moving planet jettisoned in a line moving at the speed of sound (light?). Refreshments are served, secured with invisible payments traveling via plastic and magnets swiped by staff standing still…
Ten minutes before two in the afternoon, I’m sitting at my desk with a sigh of, “Ahhhhh…,” hands open in prayer. My heart is full, my spirit content and the words of praise only God understands pour from my lips. It is so good to have this me-and-God time. His presence is sweet—I savor it like…