Thanksliving
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Giving Thanks in All Things
“Believe He is faithful, not because you feel it, or see it, but because He says He is. Believe it, whether you feel it or not. Believe it, even when it seems to you that you are believing something that is absolutely untrue. Believe it actively. Believe it persistently. Cultivate a continuous habit of…
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It is well with my soul
Just that…..He’s digging deep. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Linking with Emily and the redeemed ones at Imperfect Prose Thursday photo by the author–windmill, Jones Estate, Orange CA
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Hunting for Red in October, Second Edition
There is no more beautiful place to live this time of year (IMHO) than the Pacific Northwest. Last year I posted ‘hunting for red….’ Again, I’d like to share some of the beautiful Fall colors my Father has painted for us…….. Maple tree next door blueberry bush–end of season Cotoneaster berries a stand of maples…
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Props
The brace is there right next to my bed, the last thing I take off at night and the first thing I put on in the morning. It bothers me that I need it. I don’t like being reminded of my weakness. I slip my left thumb into the hard plastic support. With the extra…
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"What the Quake Experts Now Know about the Coming Cataclysm"
Ah, there’s the rub, eh? The hubris of the know-it-all mind that deludes itself into thinking “if one knows, why one can manage” and if we were all experts life as we know it wouldn’t quite creep up on us with such malicious surprise. Raindrops are nicely contained in a new copper rain gutter but…
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Feet of Faith
photo by Leah M. Johnson My daughter and I are at Seattle Center on the bright kind of fall day that makes colors pop, where the air feels soft and people are quiet as the rustling leaves. After a walk around the fountain, through the garden past the Chihuly glass and along the Pavilion, we’re…
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Sabbath on the Page #3
These entries are a sporadic series of posts in response to a remarkable book that I read and journaled through in 2013–“God in the Yard” by LL Barkat. It is about slowing and seeing and Sabbath. You can order it here. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I am getting better at listening to that still, small Sunday voice that…
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Sabbath Equation in the Garden
my perennial bed I drag my green plastic chair across the lawn out to the garden. The orange bucket is upended and covered with an old towel–my ‘end table.’ I place my fresh cup of warm coffee on top and settle in with my camera over my shoulder. I am waiting for the hummingbird. I’ve…
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On Starbuck’s Time
Ten minutes before two in the afternoon, I’m sitting at my desk with a sigh of, “Ahhhhh…,” hands folded in prayer. I am in my happy place. 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…
