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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.
#whyisitcalled a hashtag? and not a number sign as in “#3”? (or n-o period 3?) For that matter, why is it a “pound sign”? (as in “Please enter your password, followed by the pound sign?” (my son did not weigh 7#’s 3 oz. it was lbs., thank you.) You’re calling it a hashtag for tweeters…
My grandchildren Abigail and Paul, ages 5 and 3, are inseparable playmates. Abigail most of the time wants to play some kind of Princess pretend–Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty–and Paul is very often decked out as a Princess as well. He is a good sport about dressing up. They take turns playing damsel in distress…
“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. (but) A cord of three strands is not easily broken.” Ecclesiastes 4:12 NIV ~~~~~~~ Here’s to the third cord, our Saviour, and to the twining of the two- my lovely daughter Leah and her husband William–held by Him. Happy 6th Anniversary! linking with Deidra and the Sunday Community
Josh Groban is heavenly hollering “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring.” The sweet and gentle resolution of the violin and oboes slows me down to hear your soft love. Not the out loud from the rooftops kind, but quiet as the roots of a tree digging down in the dark, seeking support where we need it….
There is no flower on the zucchini–I guess there will be no more fruit. It is time to put the garden to bed, as Margaret says. Fruit only comes in the right season and we are not to be always producing. there is stillness, rest, tearing out, covering up (mulch helps). There is quiet, it…
Red in the blueberries, bidding farewell to the season Red on my table, my plate, and in a bowl (a bounty of tomatoes–all shapes and sizes) The red Cardinal Flower, last blooms in the garden Red near the park as the maples mark the cooler days And the best red I’ve read…
I glance up from my desk at the Infographic I drew last year. It’s taped to the pencil holder. “One Year with God”I wrote across the top. The months are drawn in small squares around a hub like spokes in a wheel, a cycle of moments, days, weeks all adding up to a…
Classroom photo, mine. 2012 “Recess teacher!!” That would be me and anyone else over 3 feet tall who has a whistle. “Hey guys, just so you know, my name’s Mrs. Collins”, flashing my cartoon-y fish logo with my fancy-ish name. “What’re your names?” “I’m Atticus, this is Zeppelin.” “Well, those are some pretty big names,” I…
Twelve minutes after two the blinking red face confirms as I waken wondering, why? I was so very tired and now I am N O T. the pulsing numbers push me back—a book, a bowl of cereal, a bending black case with another glowing face and I click and read, peruse the people saying something I…