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Light dapples on walls, gray/white ripples in shadows behind her. Classical piano notes sound behind me as I gaze over her brown hair through the windows to the trees outside. My mind goes back to another sun and shadow scene, she on the floor with her four year old toys, daylight streaming through…
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…. When Ann Voskamp said in this post “Is Jesus merely useful to you — or is He ultimately beautiful to you?” I thought, “Yes!” that’s why I want to have God’s word written on my heart– because He is beauty. He is desirable. He…
heart potato from my garden, 2020 Potent works of art we are molded by God, thrown on the wheel, mud at his mercy. Shaped and used as He wills, fired in this earthly kiln– refined, His glory glazes. Empty vessels, He fills us, to water others with love, slaking their thirst. Sometimes we leak through…
The wind is washing waves over me, moving birds and branches with a jet engine pushhhhhhh… tumbling, not sand, but sky high sentinels shouting in whispers, not of water but waves on sullen shores of sky far, far from the summer season a world of blue water away.
This viburnum blooms every year in my yard in January. That’s the main reason I bought it–to have some color (and fragrance) in the dead of winter. I live in the Pacific Northwest and we have our seasons. I’ll say. But there’s something else about January–the declaration of the joy of a new start. A…
I stroll in for a ‘few’ groceries at The Hundred Dollar Store, stopping first for what passes for sustenance (never shop when you’re hungry). The bright-eyed toddler tossed in the air before me while parents wait for pizza, kissed by dad, hugged by mom, she slyly smiles, curling into strong shoulders. I push away,…