• Opportunity

    The Scent of Water** and the ticking of clocks is keeping me awake. the fragrance drawing me to the well of the Word, the Giver offering refreshment for my soul. The time keepers clicking through the dark marking the minutes– telling me twice, “take of each one” “make of each one” the most that you…

  • Watershed

    Rain has not fallen on these parched hills for months– bowl-shaped reservoirs speak of want and emptiness, shrunken camellias stunted in place mark the space formerly known as a garden. The hillsides are brown, a paper bag folded flat. Trees hold leaves, but distressed they are– hanging on, sending roots deep seeking moisture to live….

  • Crazy Peace

    I’m in my son’s backyard with 3 of the Littles….2 ½, 4 ½ and 6.  We are trying to beat the heat—-in a wading pool the size of well, you know, a wading pool.  Twelve inches of water have been splashed down to eight, there is bubble wand residue floating in and among the grassy…

  • The Scarlet Cord

    There was no faithline, no family promises passed on through prayer. Only a bloodline from Creation’s start, scarlet thread bound and wound together, a cord the color of life, made by a Weaver who dyed it red with blood. Woven with the loom of love, a lifeline coming my way~ a cord in the window~…