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Cascade Mountains, Eastern horizon, Washington My friend Debbie and I were talking about downsizing the other day. Our husbands and we are all around the same age–60-ish–and the seasons of our life are definitely changing. It’s time to spend with grandkids, time to care for aging parents, deal with retirement, employment changes. Income changes. And did…
Elliott Bay, Seattle LM Johnson–Used by Permission I glanced out the window last week and thought to myself, How will I know what to wear to school today if I don’t look at the weather? An important question, given this is the Pacific Northwest and the weather is painfully, annoyingly, precociously changing all the time. Then…
“We love Him because He first loved us.”—1 John 4:19. Charles Spurgeon (Morning by Morning–June 11th) “This must ever be a great and certain truth, that we love Him for no other reason than because He first loved us. Our love to Him is the fair offspring of His love to us. How great the…
The warm spring rain persisted Like the need for prayer, insisted I arise. A call to care, regardless of the hour, When time knows no limits, And love requires me to listen! Whose heart’s cry do I hear? My own—involved, consumed? Aware of the power, if I ask, for The Father’s hand to reach…
I wanna wear rainbow-striped leggings like Carly or a bright pink tutu with Zoe’s sparkly shirt. I’d like pigtails or a vivid purple flower clipped in my hair. I’d like to run with abandon hollering after a ball and do a leaping high five when I catch it. I want to jump rope–double-dutch, in fact–…
“Nothing is so like a soul as a bee. It goes from flower to flower as a soul from star to star, and it gathers honey as a soul gathers light.” Victor Hugo ‘Ninety-Three’, 1879 I was walking the neighborhood Saturday morning on an uncommonly nice, warm day. Oh, the joy of sunshine and azure…